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“𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺-"

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ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ - ɪɴᴛʀᴏ - sɴᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴇɴᴜ - ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪsᴛ ғᴏʀᴍ

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i'm so sorry for not posting i've been packing and working on moving! i'll post as soon as i can!

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OMGGG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 300!

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i love this man so much. oh my god.

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𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 ど⁰̷̴͈꒨⁰̷̴͈う♡

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AHHH OMGGGG MY BABIESSS

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ʟᴀᴅᴅᴇʀ - ʜᴀɴ ᴊɪsᴜɴɢ - sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴋɪᴅs - ᴍᴅɴɪ

"ᴏʜ ɴᴏ — ɪ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴘᴀɴᴛɪᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ sᴋɪʀᴛ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ! ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʟᴀᴅᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴠʏ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀɪᴀɴ ᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴄᴜɴɴɪᴇ!"

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs -. porn with little to no plot, oral (f) receiving, public sex, needy Jisung

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ - perv! jisung x fem! reader

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ - ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴄᴀʀᴅs - ʙᴛs

Today was your off day and you hadn’t been to the library in such a long time, so obviously you went.

Walking in, the bell chimes at the door. The smell of used books and cleaning supplies hit you all at once. The scent was refreshing compared to the city air you’re used to.

“Hello, welcome in!” said a calm voice.

You didn’t know where the voice came from until you peeked over the stack of books on the desk next to you. The man was already busy with his phone to even notice you looking towards him.

The name “Jisung” was on a small gold, shiny tag right on the right side of his shirt. He had glasses gently sliding down his nose while he looked down towards his phone. Was he the only one working? Jisung’s hair is gently falling in his face, he’s too engrossed in his phone to even fix it.

You’ve been trying to find this romance book, it’s probably on the top shelf. Of course. The one day you forget to wear panties with a skirt. You were in a huge rush you completely forgot panties. Hopefully Jisung stayed right where he was, he seemed like the type to not even care about his job that much. It would be so embarrassing if he walked under you while you were on a ladder.

Well, it had to be done, you just hoped nobody walked under you while grabbing the book, or maybe you did. It turned you on a little to be caught in that state.

Taking a deep breath you slowly go up the ladder scanning the shelf for the specific book. Turns out, it was on the top shelf. Reaching up for it — you hear footsteps.

“Hi! Can i help you find anyth-“ It was Jisung. Looking straight up at you and probably you’re slightly visible heat.

Looking down you see a faint blush creeping up on his face. “d-did you need any help with anything…?”

“Oh! No! I’m okay!” It’s kinda hot seeing him flustered over this, his metal rimmed glasses slipping down his nose as he keeps his gaze down.

The book was right there staring at you in the eyes, but you’d have to reach over and grab it. It would make your now soaked heat more visible to him. At this point you just want your book. Once having it in your hands you look down to see Jisung practically drooling with an obvious tent in his pants.

Gliding down the ladder you finally get your feet planted on the ground. In a matter of seconds you feel yourself get pressed straight against the bookshelf, back against the uneven ridges of books. Jisung’s hand gripping your hip a little roughly, face hovering near your neck. You can feel his warm, needy breath against your neck.

Jisung’s hand slides lower, his other pressed against the bookshelf caging you in. His fingers play with the soft fabric of your skirt. “No panties is pretty bold, hm?”

“I just forgot. No big deal.”

“Yeah? Just like the issue in my pants isn’t a big deal.” His hips buck against you, his clothed length now rests on your thigh. “Feel that?”

“Mhm.” You nod quickly. Every word made your core even more soaked. “He’s a stranger, how is this even turning you on?” You think to yourself — but it’s interrupted by Jisung hiking your skirt up.

Your bare heat is engulfed in the cold air around it. Jisung lets out a full on whine. “Fuck. So soaked already.” His thumb immediately finds your throbbing clit making small circles around it. His other hand moves from the bookshelf, to covering your mouth.

The library is still open and people are still in there.

“Yeah. That’s it.” He murmurs, letting out a small whimper.

Jisung sinks to his knees. He can’t take this dominant facade anymore. “Please — let me taste you.” Another whine.

He doesn’t even wait for a response, taking off his glasses, burying his face between your thighs he moans. Hiking one of your legs over his shoulder, his tongue starts lapping slowly at your needy clit.

“Mmph…” Both of his hands were gripping your thighs to keep you in place, you had to put your hand over your mouth to keep quiet.

Jisung’s warm mouth felt so good against you. He keeps quietly moaning against your cunnie. Moving a little lower his tongue darts in and out of your soaked hole.

Biting down on your palm to not make a single noise. Your other hand tangled in his hair tightly, guiding him.

His nose starts nudging against your swollen, needy, clit making your buck your hips against his face. Jisung’s grip tightens on your hips moving his attention back towards your swollen nub.

The bell above the door chimes “Han Jisung? You have a package.”

Jisung groans in frustration against your heat, pulling back, his face dripping — “I’ll be there in just a sec!” Immediately he dives right back in, lapping away. It hits you all at once your legs shaking and quivering, trying to close around his skull. His hands keep your thighs open whimpering in satisfaction.

Finally, Jisung pulls away from your heat. His chin dripping. “Shit— stay right here i’ll be back.” He wipes his face with his sleeve.

Once he’s gone you’re absolutely breathless, legs still quivering from your orgasm. You hear chattering and then the flipping of the sign on the door “closed”. Jisung’s footsteps approach again.

Maybe from now on you won’t wear panties out.

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STICKY SITUATIONS 、 hjs

──── ❛ all you wanted was a decent grade, not a masked superhero bleeding on your dorm rug!

❪ 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 ❫ ﹒﹒ hjs x f!reader 𝟯｡𝟲𝗸 smut spider-han x reader college au blood/mentions of injury light bondage p in v creampie

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the mid-afternoon sun hit the floor of the campus library in bright, dusty rectangles, warming the wooden desk where you and jisung had been sitting for three hours. papers were scattered everywhere—printed articles on urban photojournalism ethics, a half-empty iced coffee sweating onto a notebook, and a laptop with twelve open tabs.

jisung leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms high above his head until his joints gave a faint pop. his hair was messy, sticking up in the back where he had been running his fingers through it all afternoon. he was wearing an oversized red hoodie that swallowed his frame, the sleeves pulled down over his hands so only his fingertips poked out.

“if i have to read one more paragraph about the legalities of street photography, my brain is going to turn into soup,” he muttered, dropping his arms and slumping forward until his chin rested on the wooden table. he looked up at you through his dark lashes, his eyes wide and pleading. “tell me we’re almost done. please”

you chuckled, tapping the end of your pen against his forehead. “we’re done with the outline, but you still need to pull those three shots from your drive. the ones from the rally last week”

jisung groaned, his voice muffled against the desk. “right. the drive. i think i left my flash drive in my dorm. or maybe in my bag. or maybe at the print shop” he lifted his head, resting his cheek on his arm, looking at you with a sleepy, crooked grin. “you know, if you just let me edit the contrast on those photos, i could make that vigilante look like he’s actually five feet away instead of fifty”

you raised an eyebrow, leaning back in your chair. “no faking shots, jisung. prof specifically said no heavy manipulation. besides, if i want a real picture of spider-man, i’ll just get one myself."

jisung let out a soft, huffed laugh, shaking his head. “yeah? and how are you gonna do that? stand on the roof of the science building in the middle of the night with a flash camera and hope he doesn’t accidentally web your lens?”

“maybe,” you said, smiling. “he seems to show up wherever things go wrong. i just need to be in the right place at the right time”

“he’s dangerous,” jisung said smoothly, though his thumb nervously dragged across the corner of his laptop. his tone shifted just a fraction, dropping the playful edge. “i mean, he’s out there fighting guys twice his size. you shouldn't be wandering around late at night trying to track him down just for a grade”

“i’m not gonna put myself in danger,” you said softly, looking at him. “i just think he’s interesting. nobody knows who he is. he just appears, saves the day, teases the cops, and vanishes. it’s a good story”

jisung stared at you for a second, his expression unreadable, before a quick, familiar smirk returned to his face. he sat up straight, gathering his notebooks into his backpack. “well, good luck getting your story. just don’t blame me when he turns out to be some awkward guy who sleeps twelve hours a day and eats cold leftover pizza for breakfast”

“speaking from experience?” you teased, zipping up your own bag.

“hey, my diet is balanced,” he said defensively, standing up and slinging his bag over one shoulder. he rubbed the back of his neck, wincing slightly as his hand brushed against his shoulder blade.

you noticed the slight flinch immediately. “you okay?”

“yeah,” jisung said quickly, smoothing down his hoodie. “just... pulled a muscle at gym class yesterday. nothing serious. i’m gonna go hunt down that flash drive before the library closes. i’ll text you later?”

“yeah,” you said, standing up too. “don’t forget to eat something real tonight, jisung”

“yes, mom,” he called back over his shoulder, strolling down the carpeted aisle between the bookshelves.

two days passed before you saw him again. college life moved in a steady rhythm of lectures, rushed meals, and late-night study sessions. you spent most of thursday afternoon at the campus news office, editing the final draft of your photo essay.

by friday night, a thick, heavy rain had settled over the city. thunder rumbled in the distance, shaking the windowpanes of your fourth-floor dorm room. the room was warm and dimly lit by a desk lamp, the soft sound of rain tapping against the glass creating a cozy bubble against the storm outside.

you were sitting on your bed in an old t-shirt and shorts, scrolling through your laptop, when a sharp, metallic thud echoed from the small fire escape outside your window.

you jumped, your heart instantly hammering against your ribs. you paused, holding your breath, staring at the dark glass and the wet red brick visible just beyond it.

“probably just a stray cat,” you whispered to yourself, trying to rationalize it.

then came two quiet, distinct knocks against the glass.

tap. tap.

you slowly slid off the bed, clutching your heavy hard-cover textbook like a weapon. step by step, you approached the window. the rain was pouring down the glass, blurring the shape outside, but as you reached out and pulled back the thin curtain, your breath hitched violently in your throat.

a figure was crouched on the narrow metal grating of the fire escape, soaked to the bone. the suit was unmistakable—vibrant red and deep blue, patterned with black webbing, the stark white lenses of the mask reflecting the soft amber light of your desk lamp.

spider-man was sitting outside your dorm window.

you stood frozen for three whole seconds, your mind utterly refusing to process the image. “what...”

the figure tapped the glass again, weaker this time. through the white lenses, you could see him wincing. his left hand was pressed tightly against his right side, dark red blood seeping between his gloved fingers and washing away in the rain.

panicking, you dropped the textbook onto the floor and unlocked the window, pulling the frame upward. the cold, wet night air rushed into your warm room, bringing the heavy smell of rain and ozone with it.

“hey,” a voice came from behind the mask. it was strained, slightly raspy, but undeniably familiar in a way that made your brain stall. he practically fell forward through the opening, tumbling onto your hardwood floor with a heavy, wet thud.

“oh my god!” you gasped, shutting the window quickly to keep the rain out before dropping to your knees beside him. “are you- are you okay? why are you here?”

“your window... was the closest one with the light on,” he mumbled, lying on his back and panting heavily. the suit hummed faintly as he breathed. “sorry about the floor. i’m getting rain everywhere”

“forget the floor!” you said frantically, your hands hovering over him, unsure where to touch. “you’re bleeding!”

“yeah,” he grunted, slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position against the side of your bed. “got hit with a piece of flying rebar near the construction site on 5th. it looked cooler in my head when i dodged it”

you stared at him, your hands trembling. the city’s vigilante was sitting on your bedroom rug, bleeding onto your rug, talking to you like it was a casual inconvenience.

“stay right there,” you commanded, scrambling to your feet and rushing into your small attached bathroom. you grabbed the first-aid kit from under the sink, along with a stack of clean hand towels and a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

when you rushed back out, he was leaning his head back against your mattress, his breathing shallow.

“okay,” you said, dropping down beside him again and opening the kit. “i need to look at the cut. can you take the suit off?”

he stiffened slightly. “uh. the suit doesn’t really... work like that. it’s custom. very technical. hard to get out of, actually. takes like... twenty minutes”

“you’re bleeding through the material,” you said sternly, opening a pack of sterile gauze. “i can’t clean a wound through heavy fabric. take it off, or at least roll it down”

“it’s a process,” he insisted, his voice sounding oddly defensive. “lots of zippers. hidden snaps. you wouldn't understand the engineering-”

you reached out, tired of his stalling, and pressed your palm flat against the raised black spider emblem in the middle of his chest.

instantly, a faint mechanical click echoed from the center of his chest. the compressed material of the suit immediately loosened, the tight, form-fitting fabric expanding and unseam-ripping along invisible lines, pooling downward around his waist like liquid rubber.

the mask slipped loose at his neck, falling back to reveal his face.

you froze. the gauze slipped from your fingers, landing softly on the floor.

messy dark hair. sharp jawline. big, wide dark eyes staring up at you in sheer, wide-eyed terror.

“jisung?” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper.

the silence in the room became absolute, save for the rain drumming against the window pane.

jisung blinked, his throat working as he swallowed hard. his face flushed a bright, burning red, spreading all the way down his neck to his bare chest, where a nasty, jagged four-inch gash was oozing blood along his ribs.

“hi,” he said weakly, offering a tiny, pathetic wave with his hand. “so... remember how i said i pulled a muscle at gym class?”

“you’re spider-man,” you said, the words falling out of your mouth in complete disbelief. you stared at his face, then down at his bare, leanly muscular chest, then back to his eyes. “you’re... you’ve been spider-man this whole time?”

“technically for like... eight months,” jisung mumbled, looking down at his lap like a scolding toddler. “look, please don’t be mad. i was gonna tell you, eventually. well, no, actually i was never gonna tell you because i thought you’d freak out, which you are currently doing-”

“i’m not mad!” you interrupted, your voice cracking slightly as the shock settled into raw worry. “i’m trying to figure out why my best friend is sitting on my floor with a hole in his side!”

“rebar,” he reminded you softly, wincing as he shifted his weight. “it really stings”

the physical reality of his injury snapped you back into action. you grabbed a clean towel, soaking it with warm water from a bottle on your nightstand, and moved closer to him.

“this is gonna hurt,” you warned, pressing the wet towel gently around the edges of the cut to clear away the dried blood.

jisung let out a sharp, hissed breath through his teeth, his fingers digging into the fabric of your bedsheets. “yeah. okay. that’s... that’s fine”

“hold still,” you murmured, working carefully. now that the suit was peeled down to his waist, you could see the full extent of his body. he wasn't just the slouchy, hoodie-wearing guy from the library. beneath the baggy clothes he usually wore, his torso was carved with lean, defined muscle—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and faint bruises scattering his ribs from previous fights.

you poured a small amount of rubbing alcohol onto a fresh cotton pad. “ready?”

“no,” he said honestly.

you pressed the pad to the center of the deep cut.

jisung let out a low, strangled gasp, his whole body tensing instantly. his hand shot out, grasping your knee tightly to anchor himself. his grip was remarkably strong, his fingers warm against your skin. his head fell forward, his forehead coming to rest against your shoulder as he breathed heavily, trying to fight off the pain.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” you whispered, wrapping one arm around his back to hold him steady while you finished wiping the wound clean. “almost done”

“it’s fine,” he rasped into your shoulder, his breath hot against your neck. “you’re... you’re doing great. better than the school nurse”

you smiled faintly, picking up the tube of antibiotic ointment and spreading a thick layer over the cut, followed by a large square of sterile gauze. you secured the edges with medical tape, pressing down firmly to make sure it stayed in place.

“there,” you said softly. “that should hold until tomorrow. but you need to rest. you can’t go jumping off buildings with a side like that”

jisung didn’t move right away. he kept his forehead resting against your shoulder, his deep, rhythmic breathing warm against your skin. slowly, he lifted his head, his face only inches from yours.

without the mask, without the oversized hoodies, he looked completely vulnerable. his eyes moved over your face, taking in the small details of your expression—the worry in your eyes, the slight parted line of your lips.

“thanks,” he whispered, his voice dropping into a low, gentle baritone. “for not kicking me back out the window”

“i thought about it,” you murmured, unable to look away from his eyes. “you lied to me for months”

“i was trying to protect you,” jisung said softly. his hand, which had been resting on your knee, slid slowly up your thigh, his fingers lingering on the bare skin exposed by your shorts. his touch was warm, sending a subtle, shiver straight up your spine. “if people know who i am... if they know who i care about...”

“you care about me?” you asked, your voice barely audible over the sound of the storm outside.

jisung let out a soft, breathy laugh, his thumb rubbing small, slow circles into your thigh. “are you serious? you’re all i think about. i almost fell off the clock tower on tuesday because i saw you walking across the quad and forgot to shoot my web”

your heart took a sudden, hard flutter in your chest. “you’re an idiot, han jisung”

“yeah,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to your mouth. “an idiot who’s crazy about you”

he leaned in, closing the small distance between your faces. when his lips met yours, it was soft, hesitant, and deep with an emotion that had been building for months beneath quiet library tables and shared coffee cups.

you let out a soft breath into his mouth, your hands moving up to cup his face, your fingers burying into his damp hair. jisung groaned softly, his grip on your thigh tightening as he pulled you closer, shifting his weight until he was kneeling over you.

the kiss deepened, turning warmer, heavier, filled with the sudden release of built-up tension. his tongue slid against yours, tasting sweet and warm, making your head spin.

jisung pulled back a fraction of an inch, his chest heaving as he looked down at you. his eyes were dark, heavy with an intensity you had never seen in him before.

“you sure about this?” he asked rasply, his thumb gently tracing your lower lip. “because once we start, i don’t think i can go back to just being your friend”

“i don’t want you to just be my friend,” you whispered back, reaching down to pull him closer by his shoulders.

jisung didn’t hesitate. he leaned down, capturing your lips again while his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, gently pulling it up over your head and tossing it onto the floor. his gaze moved down your body, his breathing hitching as his hands came to rest on your waist, his thumbs rubbing soft lines across your skin.

“you’re incredible,” he murmured, leaning down to press a line of slow, hot kisses along your collarbone, moving down toward your tits.

you arched into his touch, your hands trailing down his bare back, feeling the hard muscle beneath his skin. as your fingers reached his lower back, they brushed against the slick, red fabric of the suit still pulled down around his hips.

jisung noticed your touch and let out a quiet chuckle against your skin. he reached down to his wrist, where the sleek, metallic web-shooter sat strapped to his arm.

“hold still,” he whispered against your ear.

before you could ask what he was doing, he raised his wrist toward the heavy bedpost behind you and flicked his fingers into his palm. a sharp thwip echoed through the room, followed by a soft, sticky impact as a strand of dense, white webbing attached itself firmly to the wood.

you gasped, looking over your shoulder. “jisung!”

he chuckled, taking your right wrist and gently placing a loop of the synthetic webbing around it, securing your hand comfortably to the bedpost above your head. it wasn’t tight enough to hurt, but the tensile strength was absolute—you couldn't pull away if you tried.

“just making sure you don’t run away,” he murmured playfully, his eyes gleaming with a teasing light.

“you’re terrible,” you breathed, your pulse racing as he took your other wrist, securing it with another swift thwip to the opposite bedpost. your arms were held up above your head, leaving your body completely open to him.

“i’m efficient,” he corrected softly, his voice dropping into a low, rasp as he slid his hands down your sides, pulling your shorts and panties down off your hips and tossing them aside.

he hovered over you, looking down at your bare form exposed on the bed. his hands were warm, firm, and incredibly deliberate as they traced down your stomach, moving between your thighs.

when his fingers touched your wet, bare pussy, a low gasp broke from your lips.

“look at you,” jisung whispered, his eyes locked on yours as his thumb began to stroke slow, steady circles over your clit. “so wet for me”

“jisung...” you whimpered, your hips lifting off the floor to meet his touch, your hands twitching against the webbing holding your wrists.

he leaned down, pressing his mouth against yours to swallow your soft cries while two of his fingers slid inside you, his thumb maintaining a relentless, rhythmic pressure on your sensitive clit.

the feeling was overwhelming. his fingers moved inside you with smooth, deep strokes, hitting the exact spot that made your thighs tremble.

“you feel so good,” he rasped into your neck, his breathing heavy and uneven. “so warm”

“please,” you gasped, your back arching off the floor as the coil in your lower stomach tightened rapidly, your body building toward an orgasm faster than you expected. “jisung, i’m... i’m close”

“not yet,” he murmured against your skin.

he slid his fingers out, making you let out a whimper of protest, but before you could complain, he repositioned himself between your legs. he worked the rest of his suit off his legs, kicking it aside, exposing his own thick, fully erect cock.

he guided his tip to your entrance, resting his weight on his forearms on either side of your head, taking care not to put pressure on his bandaged side.

“you trust me?” he whispered softly, looking down into your eyes.

your heart swelled, your gaze softening as you looked at him. “yeah”

he smiled, a beautiful, genuine expression, before he pushed forward, driving himself all the way inside you in one smooth, deep motion.

you let out a loud, breathless cry, your head falling back against the rug as he filled you completely.

jisung stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size, his forehead resting against yours as he let out a long, shuddering sigh. “god baby... you’re so tight”

he began to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm that pulled sounds from your throat with every thrust. his hips moved with quick snaps, every stroke reaching deep inside you, leaving you completely senseless.

jisung watched your face, taking in every gasp, every arch of your back, his own control fraying rapidly with every slide of his body against yours.

“look at me,” he rasped, his voice rough and deep.

you opened your eyes, meeting his burning gaze as he speeded up his pace, his thrusts turning faster, harder, snapping forward with a powerful force that shook your entire bed frame.

his hand reached down between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit once again, stroking in time with his deep, heavy thrusts.

your pussy tightened violently around him, clamping down hard as the wave of your orgasm crashed through you. you cried out his name, your eyes flying shut as your entire body trembled uncontrollably.

“that’s it,” jisung groaned, his thrusts turning wild and unsynchronized as he felt you squeezing his dick. “hold onto me”

he drove into you three more times, deeper and deeper, until he reached his own limit. with a low, deep groan buried in the crook of your neck, he thrust deeply one last time and held himself there, his body shuddering as he spilled inside you.

the quiet of the room returned slowly, punctuated only by the heavy drumming of the rain outside and the sound of your shared, ragged breathing.

jisung collapsed gently onto his uninjured side beside you, pulling you into his chest. he reached up with his wrist, a quick flick of his fingers releasing a tiny burst of solvent from his web-shooter onto the strands holding your hands. the web instantly dissolved into a soft, powder-like substance, freeing your wrists.

you brought your hands down, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling his face close to yours.

jisung smiled sleepily, his dark eyes soft as he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. he rested his hand over your waist, pulling you as close as physically possible.

“you okay?” he asked softly, his thumb gently caressing your hip.

“i’m amazing,” you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone. “though you’re definitely clean-up duty for the floor”

jisung laughed quietly, the sound rumbling against your chest. “fair enough. i’ll buy you a new rug tomorrow”

you looked at his face, still trying to process the wild night. “so... spider-man, huh?”

“friendly neighborhood spider-man,” he answered softly, his eyes full of warmth as he looked at you.

in honor of brand new day releasing today im literally shaking im so excited😆😆whos watching the movie????? i have this really bad feeling peter is going to die tho but then if he does i do hope they make him come back with the symbiote suit in secret wars. either way i just know that i will be sobbing when i walk out of that cinema tomorrow cuz tom already confirmed that it’s the saddest film out of all the 4 movies and hello???? i barely survived no way home😭💔💔💔

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.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆. ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ ᴅᴀᴛᴇs -ʏᴀɴɢ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ- sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴋɪᴅs

!sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴘᴏsᴛ!

𑣲 sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ -

Yang Jeongin is the newest hire at the restaurant you work at. The boy fell in love at first sight. Although you play a little hard to get. Jeongin suggests an idea. Twelve dates to make up your mind.

𑣲 . ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs/ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs -

fluff, slow burn, cursing, eventually smut, suggestive jokes & talk, protected p in v, not proofread

𑣲 . ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ

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𑣲 . ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ - ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ɢᴏᴜʟᴅɪɴɢ

You clocked in for your shift like usual. You work as a bartender at a restaurant. Apparently there is a new hire, sooo great. That means you’re gonna have to teach them EVERYTHING. The only thing you knew about the guy was his name, Yang Jeongin. Even though you’re around the same age as him, his application said he has literally no experience. That only leaves you to suspect that he’s a slob living in his parent’s basement.

Waking up you drove to work, dreading to teach this kid how to do simple bartending. Once you step inside it’s pretty quiet— Until a small clatter is heard from the kitchen area. Rushing into the kitchen you see this guy rubbing the back of his head. Somehow cups are still intact even though they landed straight to the floor. Of course, he’s clumsy.

“You must be Yang Jeongin?”

He freezes once he looks over at you. You don’t know why. “Ah! Yes! I’m so sorry! I bumped my head and…well you know”

“Uh. Yeah. I see that. You should clock in if you haven’t. You’ll get in trouble if you forget. Meet me at the bar.” You say it like you had recited it. Which technically you did. You had learned about getting in trouble about forgetting to clock in on your own.

A few minutes pass and he’s clocked in. Fidgeting with his apron around his waist he heads over. It takes you around an hour to teach him the basics of things. You can’t help but notice that the whole time he’s just staring at you rather than what your hands are doing. For a first day he does pretty decent which is surprising for someone with literally no experience.

Most of the shift he was either working or looking at you from afar. You were already annoyed with him. Why was he staring? Get a life. On your way out he clocks out quickly and rushes towards you.

“Sooo… i never learned your name.”

“I hate to burst your bubble but it’s quite literally on my shirt”

Jeongin’s face reddens.

“I-I see that now. Y/n? That’s a pretty name.”

“Oh. Thanks, I guess.”

Jeongin’s keeps his hands in his pockets kicking some mini stones on the sidewalk. Surprisingly he’s keeping up with your pace. Can’t he take a hint?

“You live around here?”

“Oh. I’m not walking home. I just park far.”

Jeongin gives a soft little nod.

“Well i take the bus.”

“ah.” god this is awkward. he’s trying wayyy too hard.

⁠♡

It stays this way for the next few days. Until, finally he just straight up walks up and says

“Hey. Y/n. I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Would you wanna go out with me?”

You stop walking. “A little soon hm?”

“Please. I promise it’ll be worth it. I’m a nice guy.”

“Uh. I don’t know i’m not really into dating right now.”

“How about this. Let’s make a deal.”

“Hm. Okay. What type, Jeongin?”

“Give me just one date to let me prove i’m cool.”

“Uhh no.”

“Five?”

“No.”

“Ten?”

“No, you’re really not letting this go are you?”

“Nope. What about 12? I think you’re really pretty and cute.”

“Fine. Fine. Only if you leave me alone if these “dates” fail.”

“Yay!” Jeongin is practically bounding with joy. “You’re being dead ass right?”

“I mean. If it means you’ll stop pestering me.”

⁠♡

That night you head home. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Your annoying coworker is actually taking you out on twelve dates. There’s no way. “Why did I agree to this? You barely even know him.” You think to yourself. What the hell are you gonna do? Why did you even agree. This is gonna be a long twelve dates.

After getting dinner, showering, and cleaning up, you’re settling into bed. Finally comfortable you’re about to doze off— when your phone goes off. Checking your phone an unknown number texts you.

“Hey. Y/n. It’s Jeongin.” Oh my god. This nightmare wasn’t gonna end.

“Oh hey.” a short reply. Might be dry but you didn’t care.

“I just wanted to talk about the first date. Would you wanna go tomorrow? I know this cool outside seating restaurant.” You roll your eyes. Oh my god. Tomorrow? The guy is making you go out tomorrow.

“Sure.” — You set your phone down and just go to bed. It’s gonna be a long day off tomorrow.

⁠♡ "ᴅᴀᴛᴇ" ᴏɴᴇ

You show up at the restaurant. It’s actually really nice, pretty cloudy and cool weather. Too bad Jeongin was your date. Harsh? Maybe, but it’s true — Did you care? No.

Jeongin shows up a couple minutes late. “Sorry! I was getting ready and lost track of time.”

“Oh. It’s fine.”

“You weren’t waiting long, right?”

“Nope. Not at all.”

You guys order food and drinks. It’s not really as awkward as you thought it would be. He’s nice, and he compliments you a lot. You just aren’t interested in him. Yeah, he’s kinda cute — but you’re not looking for a relationship at the moment.

He gives off more of a friend vibe.

“So…for date two. Where would you wanna go?”

“Honestly, there is this nice restaurant by my apartment. I can pay, i don’t mind. My paycheck came in yesterday.”

“Are you crazy??? I’m the one taking you out on dates. It’s on me.” He looks at you bewildered.

You pause. “No, Jeongin i don’t think you understand. It’s this really nice place-“

He cuts you off shaking his head. “No. Y/n. Please just let me.”

You sigh giving in. There was no way he was gonna back down.

Right when he’s trying to show off something on his phone a bee flies straight into his forehead. He jumps a little. “What the fuck was that?!”

Then he sees the little bee sitting next to his plate. It must have passed due to impact.

“Wow. You really have a forehead of steel.”

“…shut up- after this we are burying him.”

You head home after the date and after burying the bee. It’s not as bad as you thought. Still not great. You’re not interested romantically. Sure he seems like a good guy. But no.

⁠♡ "ᴅᴀᴛᴇ" ᴛᴡᴏ

The next night you meet up at the nicer type restaurant by your apartment.

Jeongin is waiting by the entry with a small bouquet of flowers. He looks so nervous. He looks cute though. “In a friendly way of course.” You thought to yourself.

When he looks up and sees you, it’s almost like a puppy when it sees its owner. Jeongin walked over towards you quickly.

“Uh-hi! i got you these-“ He awkwardly looks at the ground and hands you the bouquet.

“Wow. Thanks. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to though.” A faint blush?

Maybe this won’t be as bad. “Snap out of it. You’re not dating the fool.”

It’s awkward at first but after around five minutes things mellow out. “So wait- you said yesterday my forehead is made of steel???”

“Well. Yes. Judging on your bangs you have a giant forehead.”

“Hey! My forehead is not big. When we aren’t in a nice restaurant full of people. Then fine. I’ll prove you wrong.”

“Mhm. You just know i’m right. That’s why you won’t show it now.”

“Okay. Now you’re just fucking with me.”

The next thirty minutes of waiting on food goes just like that. Playful banter. The food finally comes and his eyes practically light up. You take notes mentally. He must be a foodie type. Careful towards animals. Even bees. Hm. You still see him as a cute friend you could have. I mean this is how you are with all your guy friends. Junhan, Minje, Joshua, and Vernon. This is how you acted with them. No difference.

Jeongin ordered some desserts for you guys. Wow. He’s really trying, or he just likes sweets. It’s around 10 pm when the dessert finally arrives. The restaurant had cleared out, only them and a few others. Very quiet and peaceful.

You look up towards Jeongin who is devouring his hot lava cake. Some chocolate sauce rests by his lips. Out of habit from babysitting your cousin, you lean over and wipe it off with your thumb bringing it to your mouth after. Can’t let good chocolate go to waste.

You freezes with your thumb in your mouth. Oh. My. God. “Shit. I-“ you look up and his face is completely red.

He’s so embarrassed. “It’s okay- just unexpected.”

That moment haunts you until you finally go to sleep. Why the hell would you lick it off your thumb. It would’ve been fine if you had just wiped it off. You toss and turn like crazy all night.⁠

⁠♡ "ᴅᴀᴛᴇ" ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

You leave your apartment around 11:30 am since you’re meeting Jeongin at the park.

You arrive and behold there he is sitting at a little area under the cherry blossom tree. A blanket and a picnic basket. It was actually really cute. He was picking at the grass like a little kid.

His navy blue cap covering most of his face. But, he has a neutral expression. From this far that’s all you can tell. His long sleeve blue shirt was getting slight grass stains at the wrist area.

You snap back into reality when you hear some kids asking you to pick up their frisbee that landed near you.

Quietly you walk over not wanting to ruin his peace. Jeongin’s eyes look up meeting yours. The sun catches his brown eyes making them look like how autumn feels. They’re beautiful. “Just a friend” You press into your mind.

“Hey! Y/n!” He smiles brightly his smile actually reaching his eyes. Unlike when he jokes with other coworkers at work.

“Hey. Jeongin.” You weren’t the most expressive person but it felt like he understood.

“Oh! Right! Before i forget! I cut some fruit for us to eat.” A small pause. “I kinda forgot to ask what type you like… so! i picked up whatever the store had!”

Slowly he unpacks the basket. A few containers of mixed fruits. Pineapple, apples, pears, starfruit, blueberries, peaches, strawberries, dragon fruit, watermelon, banana, grapes, mangos, cherries, honeydew. It was a whole assortment. All because he didn’t know which one was your favorite?

You glance towards him getting ready to thank him, but he looks so happy unpacking all the things he got for you. You feel a stir in your chest. It’s kinda uncomfortable, but nice?

“Jeongin you didn’t have to do all this… you could have just asked. I can pay you back.”

“No! I wanted to do this. I didn’t wanna bother you by texting. You always seem so busy. I think these nine “dates” we have left can be for you to relax. Everyone at work always talks about how hard you work.”

A pause. It looks like he’s hesitant to say something but he stops.

“You can text me at anytime. You won’t bother me.”

The park is really nice out. Some cherry blossoms falling around you two. It’s so romantic in such a friendly way. Lots of people say when he works on the weekends he isn’t as cheery. “I wonder why.” You thought. (You don’t work on weekends).

Right when you’re zoned out thinking about it, a butterfly lands straight onto your nose.

“Oh my god! So pretty!” Jeongin says.

The praise makes your cheeks heat up even though it wasn’t even towards you. The butterfly just stays on your nose for a good thirty seconds until it gets bored and moves onto the next person. You weren’t surprised. It happens all the time. The butterfly landing on you was like a peaceful break from the world around you. (This isn’t about butterflies 🤗)

You notice Jeongin smiling at his phone. You lean over to look and it’s a photo of the butterfly on your nose. Damn he’s actually kinda good at taking pictures. New instagram photographer for you?

You both say your goodbyes and head your separate ways. Tomorrow you both plan on going to a small ice cream shop.

⁠♡ "ᴅᴀᴛᴇ" ғᴏᴜʀ

The ice cream shop is a cute little place not many people know about. It’s a small blue colored shop. You walk in and Jeongin is sitting at a small table scrolling on his phone. He looks up when the bell attached to the door rings.

Jeongin’s eyes light up and stands up immediately. “Hey! I got you a little something.” He reaches in his bag and pulls out a mini stuffed animal. It’s a little fennec fox. You had shown Jeongin one just like it on your second “date”. You had been looking everywhere for one.

“Oh my god! How did you even find one?!” You jump up and down gently and hug him tight. You didn’t even realize you hugged him, it was just a habit you always did.

His face turns bright red.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

He laughs a little “Yeah- of course. You sure you need ice cream, with all that energy?”

You gently smack his arm. “Okay, okay. I got a little excited. Cmon let’s actually buy some now.”

You both sit down after buying ice cream. Jeongin is licking away at his vanilla ice cream. He got it with rainbow sprinkles. It’s adorable. You ate at your own ice cream smiling about your new stuffed animal.

This date was really short since both of you had worked that day. You both gave eachother a hug and went separate ways.

⁠♡ "ᴅᴀᴛᴇ" ғɪᴠᴇ

On the fifth “date” you guys went to the beach. You didn’t know what exactly what to wear. A bikini? No that seems like it’s for attention. A one piece? No what if he judges. You finally decide to just wear a one piece.

Arriving at the beach around 2 pm. Jeongin had to work an early shift. He didn’t mind coming to the beach afterwards.

The weather is nice, not too cloudy and not too sunny. It’s pretty empty since it’s the middle of the day while school and work are still in session.

You see Jeongin fixing a towel/blanket in the distance. He’s always so early.

The smell of sea salt fills the air. It’s a comforting scent for you. Growing up you always went to the beach. It’s almost like the stress of work lifts off of your shoulders just from the scent of childhood.

Jeongin’s black hair is slightly wet, he must have gotten in the water already. He wears a blue shirt that is stained with water and some white swim trunks. He doesn’t notice you yet but he has that expression again. Just nothing.

Slowly you walk over, taking in every feeling and sight around you. How the sand feels against your feet, the warm grains of sand gently flowing over your feet. The waves crashing sounds just like how it was during your childhood. The warm heat radiating off your skin and the sand, the wind gently blowing around you.

You really enjoyed this, when you looked over Jeongin was looking over with weirdly softened eyes. He notices you looking and hides a small blush.

He waves dramatically. “Y/n!”

You rush over a bit. The awkward jog, that seems like slow motion due to the soft sand below. “Hey!”

“You look good, today. I mean you always do — shit i mean you look good.” He’s full on blushing out of embarrassment.

“Thanks. I just threw on whatever i had.” A lie. You had spent a whole hour trying to figure out what to wear, but you couldn’t tell him that, right?

“Okay! So! I brought a few things. I wasn’t sure what you like to do. So i did some research on what girls like to do at the beach. I didn’t wanna be stereotypical SO i got multiple things you might like. Tanning oil, a beach ball, obviously sunscreen-“

He keep’s rambling on, but all you can think about is him doing all of this for you. All because he likes you. It’s sweet. “No. You only like him as a friend. Shut up brain.” you think to yourself.

“And yeah! That’s what i brought — i hope you like it.” He rubs the back of his neck anxiously.

“Yeah. I do. Thank you. Wanna go chill by the water?”

He nods eagerly already jogging towards the water. He sits down right where the sand meets the tide.

“So… that forehead of steel hm?”

He playfully rolls his eyes lifting his bangs out of the way. “There. Not a big forehead. Go ahead. Take a glance.” He stifles a laugh.

“Wow. I guess you don’t have a ginormous forehead. You win this one.”

He splashes you with the small amount of water that came up with the waves. You gasp splashing him back. Jeongin bolts up and goes deeper in the water and splashes you from afar.

The water is like a cold shock compared to that heat around you.

“Hey! Not fair!” The whole day consisted of laughing, splashing, and eating.

On the walk back to the car you complain about how exhausting walking in the sand is. And just like that he adjusts the bag on his shoulder and scoops you up bridal style. He keeps walking with a straight face.

Your eyes widen. Did he just? — Your cheeks start heating up.

“Okay im not this lazy. You can put me down.”

He shrugs “Why not? It’s not a big deal. I lift twice your weight.” Looking down at his arms, he wasn’t lying. His muscles are pretty big, you’ve just never noticed them like this before.

Jeongin carried you all the way to your car. Your keys were in the bag so he unlocked it for you.

Setting you down by the car door he opens it up for you. “Hey— I had fun today. Text me when you get home yeah?”

You pause eyes scanning his face. He looks so genuine. “Yeah — I will. I had fun too.”

When you got home to your apartment the first thing you did was kick your shoes off and text him immediately that you arrived home.

That night you went to sleep with a smile on your face.

⁠♡ "ᴅᴀᴛᴇ" sɪx

Both of you had to work the next day which meant “date” six would be a short one.

You both walked to the nearest convenience store for snack foods. Walking in the bell chimes, one of the fluorescent lights was blown. It was an average convenience store. Nothing special.

Jeongin was already headed towards the rice balls. You got a cup of ice and lemonade with some spicy ramen.

Jeongin had gotten green tea, two rice balls, two mini japanese cheesecake slices, and a random ramen he grabbed.

“Wow. Two cheesecake slices? You must like cheesecake.”

“Oh. They were actually on sale so i got you one.” A complete lie. They were full price. “I also got you this rice ball —“

You pause. “Aw. Jeongin you didn’t have to.”

“I know — but i felt like the ramen and lemonade wasn’t a lot. I never see you eating at work — i just wanted to do something nice.”

Although the “date” was pretty short. It was still nice to have someone to talk with after work. It was like a bonding moment.

You head home that night full and tired. Honestly, you couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

⁠♡ "ᴅᴀᴛᴇ" sᴇᴠᴇɴ

The seventh “date” was at a shopping mall. He wanted to take you shopping because why not.

Jeongin decided to pick you up this time. His car was neat and clean. The air freshener made it smell like a mix of clean clothes and sweet vanilla, a comforting mix.

Arriving at the mall, the parking lot was full of people trying to back out and back into spots. Jeongin was annoyed rolling his eyes.

“Oh. Fucking come on assholes” He mutters to himself.

Finally he finds a spot. Walking in he lets you choose where you wanna go first.

You choose a small little stuffed animal store. Jeongin smiles everytime you get cuteness aggression over a stuffed animal. “Oh! I like this one! No, i like this one!” It was completely adorable to him.

When you were distracted he would grab the ones you thought were cutest and he’d head to the cashier.

You finally turn around to show him a stuffed animal you think looks like him. You almost drop the plushie watching him buy the ones you thought were cute. Eyes widen.

He walks over to you with the bag. “I — uh — they made you happy so i bought them.”

You hug him tightly not even reaching for the bag yet. Just holding. You feel him hesitate but then wrap his arms around you too.

“Thank you —“ You murmur against his chest. He smells like clean clothes and a hint of spice. It’s comforting in a way.

“Yeah — of course.” Jeongin says gently. You pull back to take the bag from his hands.

“No, it’s okay I’ll carry it. You shop I’ll carry. Deal?”

You nod gently. “I saw a plushie that kinda looked like you —”

“Yeah? What was it? hm?” Jeongin turns his head playfully towards you.

“It was kinda similar to the one you bought me. The fennec fox.”

“Yeah? I look like a fox? You think so?”

“Yeah — I think you do. Your eyes and your smile. It gives off fox vibes. It’s adorable.” The last part kinda just slipped out. Did you actually just say that? You look over at him. His face down trying to avoid your gaze, catching a glance his cheeks are rose tinted.

“I— I kinda see it. Now that you mention it.”

He walks you over towards the little pretzel place and buys you one. He got a korean corn dog for himself. The second he gets the stick he gently boops your nose with it.

“Yah! What the fuck?” You laugh.

“Here. You wanna try it before i eat it?”

“Hm. Sure. I’ve never had one before.”

“Oh my god are you serious? You’ve never had one?” He urges it towards you.

As he holds it you take a small bite of it, giggling because of how awkward the cheese pull is. Again, there is that smile that meets his eyes. Your eyes light up at the taste.

“Oh. My. God. It’s so good!”

“Wanna trade? I’ll take your pretzel and you take this?”

“You would do that??” Your eyes widened slightly softening.

Around 5pm you guys leave and decide to head back. During the car ride you end up falling asleep since it’s around a thirty minute drive. Jeongin glances over every now and then to check on you.

Since you had sent him your address, he parks in the parking lot of your apartment building quietly shutting off the car debating on whether he should carry you in or wake you up. Finally, he decides to just carry you in. Opening the passenger door he scoops you up carrying you through the lobby, to the elevator ,and up to your room.

Jeongin had your purse so he took the keys out and opened the door. He doesn’t wanna snoop around so he sets you down on the couch. He brushes your hair out of your face and quietly leaves.

⁠♡ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ

Date eight, he invited you over. Arriving at his apartment the scent of homemade food hits you straight in the face. “Hey! You made it. I made some ramen. I didn’t know what you might want so — i made this!”

“Aw! You didn’t have to. I could’ve brought something or helped you.”

“I know but i didn’t want to make you do most of the work. Since — you know i kinda made you go on these “dates” with me.”

“It’s okay Jeongin — That doesn’t matter anymore. I’ve been having fun.”

His eyes light up. “Really???” He looks genuinely so happy.

The food he made was actually really good, not only the food but the mood too. Everything was calmer than when you went on the first date, like you’ve known eachother for years. Jeongin’s seating area has such a cozy vibe, soft orange/yellow lighting. It felt lived in rather that the more modern black, white ,and gray insides.

After eating, Jeongin puts on some random movie. Sitting next to eachother doesn’t feel as awkward anymore, you can feel his shoulder against yours, the cloth of his shirt clinging to his arm just right.

At some point that night you ended up falling asleep right next to him, going limp into a deep slumber. Jeongin tensed up a little, he really didn’t know what to do in this type of situation. While he’s thinking about what to do, your head leans on his shoulder. He freezes.

Waiting it out a little bit, Jeongin scoops you up and carries you to his bed. He would’ve put you in the guest room but he doesn’t have one. Once he puts you down, he heads to the couch to sleep.

⁠♡ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ɴɪɴᴇ

You wake up around 6am, looking around you realize it’s not your room. But whose is it?

That’s when you see Jeongin’s family photo on the dresser. “I’m in his room? Why?” You thought to yourself. Looking over you expect to see Jeongin lying next to you, yet it’s nothing but a bare side.

You stand up stiff heading towards the main area. That’s when you see Jeongin. His hair is soaked with sweat, along with his face and arms. He’s wearing a black tank top with sweatpants, slowly sagging.

“Oh. Hey, you’re up! I didn’t want you to sleep on the couch so I just carried you to my room. I hope you don’t mind. I’m probably gonna hit the showers and then would you maybe wanna go to an arcade or something?”

You nod your head trying to ignore the heat boiling in your lower stomach. Jeongin taking a shower? The moment he mentioned it you started imagining things.

He walks towards his bedroom and shuts the door leaving you with unwanted thoughts. Why are you feeling this way when you hated him so much?

Taking a seat on his couch you scroll on your phone patiently waiting on him to finish showering.

After twenty minutes he finally opens the door in fresh clean clothes. Jeongin’s hair is still wet, it’s kinda hot in a way, he smells of an expensive cologne.

“You ready?”

Nodding, you both head out.

Once you had arrived, the arcade was pretty empty except for a few kids. Jeongin pays for your tokens which automatically made your heart melt.

You’re playing random games that end up with no prizes but you don’t care, you’re just having fun. The whole time Jeongin is at the crane game for a large plushie, specifically a large, white rabbit with a pink little nose. It takes him around twenty tries to get it, and when he does get it he immediately heads over to you.

“Hey, Y/n. Look what i won!”

“Holy shit that’s amazing! Congrats! That must have took such a long ass time.”

“Oh, trust me it did — but really it was worth it. Here — I won it for you!”

You gasp. “Oh my god! Are you serious! Thank you!”

Immediately you hug him before even going for the stuffed rabbit, Jeongin stumbles a little but he doesn’t hesitate like he did the first time you hugged him. It was more of a tight embrace.

You tug Jeongin towards the small little photo booth. Smiling the whole time you click start, the first pose was a little cute peace sign, the second was little cat ears with your fingers, the third was you blowing a fake kiss at him.

And the last one, Jeongin’s heart was racing, should he? That’s when he immediately tilts your head towards him pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Your whole body practically malfunctions, his lips soft against yours. You could feel that the kiss was genuine, and it was amazing.

Once he pulls back, the photos had already shot out of the machine. You search his face for maybe an explanation of why he kissed you so randomly but all you see is him smiling and slightly giggling of embarrassment. Jeongin leans into you burying his face into your shoulder, still laughing.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry, i don’t know what got into me. You probably hated that.”

You lift his chin and kiss him again. Pulling back you see a shocked look on your face, his cheeks are turning red.

“Fuck.” He murmurs.

On the way out of the photo booth, you grab both of the photo strips handing one copy to Jeongin. The photos turned out so cute, a pink border surrounded the photos. You were gonna keep this forever.

Jeongin’s cheeks were still entirely pink during the whole drive back to his apartment. You had to go back since your car was still there.

“So, Y/n. What would you wanna do tomorrow?”

Taking a moment you think. What would you wanna do? You guys have done every basic date there is. “We could hang out at my place, I have a couple lego sets I got for my birthday if you wanna do that.”

“Hell yes, that sounds amazing.” He lets you out by your car so you don’t have to walk far.

Before getting in the driver’s seat, you pause.

“Hey Jeongin…? Thanks for today, i had a lot of fun.”

“Yeah… of course. Text me when you get home, okay?”

Once you got home you already missed him. Why was this happening? You’ve never had this weird feeling in your body, it’s like fluttering through your stomach and heart. It only happens around Jeongin.

After showering you flop onto your bed pulling out your phone to text him you’re home. Instead of just saying “i’m home” — You add a goodnight and a little heart. Was that too much? Who cares. The kiss keeps replaying in your head leaving you to fall asleep with a smile on your face.

⁠♡ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴇɴ

You and Jeongin had to work that day, leaving him to come over around 6pm. You already had the small flower legos sets out. They seemed to be pretty popular you didn’t really care about that though.

Jeongin steps inside and immediately looks around. “I guess he’s the nosy type” You think to yourself. He finally settles down on the floor by your coffee table, sitting right next to you. Unboxing the set he grabs the instructions as you unpack the first bag of pieces.

At one point he gets distracted by the random show on tv, you playfully smack him on the arm so he can read you the next step.

“Sorry, sorry!” He stifles a laugh. “So bossy.” He jokes under his breath.

“Hey! I heard that!” You fake pout.

Jeongin smirks immediately kissing your cheek. “There, i’m sorry.”

“Okay fine, you’re forgiven. For now.”

Looking outside it’s pouring rain, a soft ambiance but horrible to drive in. “Hey. It’s storming— it’s probably gonna be too hard to drive. You can stay here if you want. I’ll sleep on the couch like how we did at your place.”

“No way, you’re not sleeping on the couch. If it makes you feel more comfortable we can put a barrier of pillows between us. I just want someone somewhat close to me tonight, you know. I hate thunderstorms —“

You freeze, imagining him scared, alone in your bed. “It’s okay Jeongin. We can do the pillow thing if it makes you feel safe.”

Finally, the last piece goes on the flower. “It looks so pretty!” “Yeah… yeah it does” You don’t even notice that he’s not looking at the flower, but at you.

That night he settles into your bed forgetting about the pillows, you guys are shoulder to shoulder pretty much, the touch of his bare skin against yours. You’re not sure how it happened but his arm ends up draped around your waist, his face buried in the crook your neck. Every-time thunder strikes you can feel him hold on tighter. You want this moment to last forever. What happened to you?

⁠♡ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ

That morning Jeongin wakes up, his arm still draped around your waist. It’s still absolutely pouring rain. Jeongin waits patiently until you wake up, softly looking at the features of your face.

Eyes fluttering open, your eyes immediately meet his. Time practically freezes for the both of you. Until, he gently leans in kissing you, not a quick kiss like before, but more of savoring the moment.

The kiss feels like forever even though it’s only a little while. Pulling back, his expression is completely soft. Reaching over, he gently tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

The whole day seems to fly by, most of it is spent on the couch watching movies together. Jeongin loves every moment of it. Every moment he has with you he loves, he wouldn’t say that out loud though.

Around 6pm, you’re in the kitchen making a vegetable soup since it’s kind of a down day. Out of the blue, he comes up behind you gently hugging your waist as you cook. Jeongin’s head resting on your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss against your skin. You couldn’t believe you once disliked him. He’s always been so gentle with you. What if you had said no to these dates?

You dish out his portion first setting it on the table he sits down waiting on you to get yours. Jeongin was always taught to wait for everyone to sit down before eating. Once you sat down he gave you a soft nod as a thank you.

Dinner is pretty quiet, but it’s a soft silence unlike the once awkward silence from your first date.

Jeongin sits on the couch with you afterwards, leaning in for a kiss.

Somehow things get heated and now you’re straddling your hips. Would you even believe you were doing this eleven days ago? Jeongin scoops you up, legs around his waist, carrying you towards your bedroom. He sets you down on your bed, both arms caging you in.

“You sure you wanna do this?” You nod. “Shit— do you have any condoms?”

You nod again. “Yeah, check my top drawer i should have one.”

Jeongin opens your drawer and there it is. He grabs it setting it on the bed. Leaning down to kiss you again, this time it isn’t as soft and gentle, it’s more needy but longing.

Gently he pulls your shirt over your head. Running his fingers around your now bare skin. Kissing you all over practically worshipping your skin. Yanking his own shirt off over his head, not even taking a second his lips are back on your skin going back up towards your neck, making you moan softly. The moan alone makes his hips buck. “Fuck.” He murmurs against your skin.

He gently pulls down your bottoms, running his hands gently along your thighs.

“I’m gonna be gentle i promise, can i take this off?” He asks gently nodding towards your bra. Nodding eagerly he takes it off immediately.

Putting one of your nipples straight in his mouth, gently suckling around your sensitive skin. Your back arching off the bed, small whimpers escaping your lips. His other hand fondles with your other nipple. The sensitivity driving you insane. Heat going straight down to your core.

“Mm — Jeongin” You can feel his intensity slow down he lets go of your sensitive nipple with a pop, saliva still in a string connected to your chest.

“Yeah — that’s it. Can i?” He asks taking off his own sweats, nodding towards your now panties.

Again you nod, “Fuck, please-“. Jeongin slides them off gently leaving you completely bare in front of him. Taking a moment to drag his eyes all over. He pulls his boxers down making his hard cock hit his stomach. His tip is beaded with pre-cum and slightly red.

Before actually going straight into it, his hand goes straight between your thighs. Thumb rubbing small circles over your needy little bud. You writhe in pleasure.

“Fuck— Jeongin… please.”

“Please what? Use your words, princess.”

“Please, i need.” It comes out in a breathless pant.

“Yeah? You want it? You got it.” He rips open the condom with his teeth, making you somehow more soaked than you already were. Jeongin rolls the condom on slowly, settling between your thighs. “Here— put this under your hips.” He hands you a pillow, obviously you oblige. Jeongin takes your legs and puts them on his shoulders. “Gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

His tip teases at your entrance, slapping his cock against your cunnie. You whimper in frustration.

Gently he laughs a little pressing his tip in gently making you gasp as you stretch around him. His cock fills your cunnie just right.

“Fuck. Baby, you’re so tight for me.”

Once his thick length is halfway in he gently starts with small strokes. Your back arches off the bed.

“Fuck— Jeonginnie” His cock fills your cunnie to the hilt making you moan and gasp more. His hand covers your mouth. “Shhh you’re gonna get a noise complaint baby.” Your eyes roll back at his comment and the way his tip teases that sweet spot.

Gently, while still thrusting into your cunnie, he takes both your hands interlacing your fingers with his. “Yeah—that’s it” He mumbles burying his face in the crook of his neck. Your legs now wrap around his waist as he continues to rut into you. “Fuck- you feel so good, jagi”

You have to bite down on his shoulder do muffle yourself. The feeling of his cock rutting into you, throbbing, hitting all your sweet spots. It’s amazing making you see stars. You’re so cock drunk. “Fuck- jeongin- right there” you pant.

At that he adjusts his angle hitting that one sweet spot over and over again. Pushing you right over the edge “Oh my god- fuck- Jeongin - i’m gonna-“ You can’t even finish your sentence, you’re already cumming right on his protected cock. Pulsing against him, that pushes Jeongin straight over the edge. “Oh fuck- baby. I’m cumming-“ He fills the condom straight up with his hot cum. He collapses right on you. “Fuck. You felt so good.” He showers you with kisses.

After cleaning up, you both sit in your bed.

“Well, that’s was really nice- thank you.” He says gently, his arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah- Thank you.”

“What should we do for our last date? hm?”

“Why should we do a last date tomorrow, when we could have as many dates as we want?” You look over at him to see if he likes the idea.

“…Y/n— will you be my girlfriend? We can have as many dates as we want, and i promise I’ll spoil you.”

You nod. “Yeah — of course i’ll be yours.”

The night ended with you lying on his chest, sleeping soundly with the new love of your life. No more need for date twelve.

⁠♡ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ

Forever.

Tag list comes next post! I might make this more detailed with a different ending on ao3! 🧡

[nitroglycerin07]

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ooh my two biases 😋🥹

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Author's note: another one of these cuz these are so fun to do (should i do all the members orrrrr?👀)

Pairings: Yang Jeongin / I.N x reader

Summary: random snaps Jeongin sends you

Word count: 10 screenshots

Genre: humour??; Swear words

Taglist: @clairementsolo @mvkas @maxineswritingcorner @lilmissfergy @remmnm @bamsopoong02 @i-like-pandas5

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genuinely what the actually fuck is happening between minsung this is so owleksmskallslwwl

[namtan]

I.N 'RUN IT' WORLD TOUR — 260726

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I know Han has a big ass but did they really need to give Han Quokka such a ginormous ass (tail) too

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