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⤷ Established Relationship
⤷ CW - Use of video camera, Oral sex (f. rec), Unprotected sex, slight overstim, use of daddy, joke about getting jumped
⤷ You and Jeongin's first sex tape
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The blinking is taunting. Red and too bright for your nervous eyes. You straighten up, Jeongin adjusts the camera just right.
“Is it on?” he hums, looks back once before sitting, then locks in on you. “This is…”
“You're going to say it's silly.” he's got you there. You purse your lips to the side, your pout documented for your later regret. “What did we say, huh?”
You take a breath, a long exhale through your nose. “If we hate it, we trash it.”
“Mhm, this isn't silly,” he reaches for you, hands gentle on your shoulders and guiding you to lean back between his legs, back against his chest. “This is just something couples do sometimes.”
You settle, blush, look away. “It feels like we're being watched.” the two of you share a laugh, you glance at the camera and his eyes stay on you. He prompts your gaze with a single touch to your chin, gentle enough for you to miss.
“Future me is watching you be very cute,” he leans in, lips brushing yours. “and future you will be so happy we tried this.”
“Think so?” you whisper back, smiling despite yourself.
“Oh, absolutely.” he seals it, the softest thing you've ever felt. You swear it's laced, too sweet and never enough. You press in for more, the pressure builds easily. Jeongin’s hand comes up, cups your cheek, the other hand rubs small, gentle circles into your hip. Grounding you to him, the moment.
He pulls back just a touch, large, gentle hands guiding you to turn into him. “Relax for me.” his lips are back on yours before you settle. Warm gold spills in between the blinds and frames the two of you just right. His hands slip up your back, yours on his shoulders, your spine bows into his touch. All gold, all perfect.
Jeongin pushes up, hips pressing into you and you squeak, an unforgiving noise that he's glad got caught on film. He laughs, light and breathy, then breaks the kiss enough to catch your blush. “Cute.” he murmurs, lips trailing lazily over the corner of your mouth, down the line of your jaw, your neck, “do it again.”
He shifts his weight, gets his legs under him, then lays you down. His body covers yours easily, palm planted by your head, hips pressed where you're spread for him. It's annoying how easily he makes you forget. How simple it is to just exist beneath him when his tongue licks into your mouth just right.
He groans and it's unfair. You buck up and meet his hips, he's straining like you've never felt him before. So hard it has to be angry and weeping. He pushes your shirt up, fabric pooling under your chest, then over. The silly excuse of a bra you have on isn't leaving much to the imagination, his favorite.
“Look at that.” His breath is shaky, lips wet with you. “my pretty girl.” Every kiss that trails down the side of your neck is slow, sloppy, wet. Jeongin moans when your nails dig into his biceps, bracing yourself against the itch under your skin.
“Innie.” You arch into his touch, he palms your breasts, one then the other then back again. Soft then firm enough to make you whine. His lips drag over the tops, teasing your hot skin where your chest spills over.
“Shh, shh.” Your shirt gets pushed up more and more until it's nearly off, just over your eyes. “Hands stay up. Keep em’ there for me.”
You lace your fingers, keep your arms up. Jeongin presses himself hard against your cunt, wet on wet with too much in the way. His lips trail down down down, over your chest and ignoring the aching pull of your nipples. You whine, he ignores that too. His attention turns to marking your stomach, sucking love bites into the plush flesh all the way down until the waistband of your sweats gets in the way.
Jeongin sits up, all the way up on his knees. For a moment he only looks, admires, licks his lips like he can't wait to eat. Then he touches. He palms your breasts again, rolling your nipples between his fingers one at a time. Then over your sides, slow and tracing.
“Might be a short tape,” he teases, fingers hooking into your waistband and pulling down slowly. Too slowly. “You're too much.” He gets impatient when he gets to your knees, the sweats come right off, discarded fast.
“Too good,” you hear the shift, feel it too. More fabric hitting the floor, the couch cushions dipping. “So pretty.”
“ah–” he pulls you closer by your thighs, leans in, you feel the hot sweep of his exhale.
“what am I even saying?” his voice turns quiet, calmer, drowsy with something that's drawing him closer. He kisses the inside of your thigh, nose dragging over the flesh. “you make me crazy, you know that?”
He kisses your clit, just a kiss. You squirm and he slaps the outside of your thigh. Not hard enough to sting, just enough to warn. He kisses again, you move again, slap.
“Please, please, please.” You're hot. Actually hot to the touch, skin buzzing and toes curling with a feeling bigger than your body can handle. Jeongin sees it, loves it.
“What's that?” His thumb comes up and moves over you so so slowly, slow enough to make you chase it. His tongue, flat and wet, licks up from your hole and flat against your clit. “Mm, this what you're begging for?”
You don't get to answer, cause he can't wait anymore. His hold on your thighs turns brutal, strong. He licks again and again, each turn sloppier than the last. His lips close around your clit, sucking, tongue flicking.
You groan, mumble words that aren't real and fight to keep your arms up. Your shirt is just barely covering your eyes, you don't care. Every breath is a moan, then you forget to take a breath and choke on a sound that makes him bury his face deeper, chasing it again and again.
“Fuck, fuck–” you come on his face, no warning, just warm and wet and so so welcome. Jeongin laps it up, sucking and slurping like this is the last he'll ever have you. Your hips buck harder, or try to. “so much, so much, too–Innie!”
You squeak, then moan, overstimulated in that way that tickles your spine. Jeongin pulls back like he has all the time in the world. Kissing your inner thighs, your knees, then back.
“That's it, took it so well.” his thumb teases again, slow and soft but every brush feels electric. “gonna do it again for me, baby?”
The cushions dip, he lets go and the absence feels foreign. You don't whine, don't have the breath to. “Gonna come on me? You can do that for me, right?”
He presses in before you can say a word, slow and such a good stretch that you grab at the air just to steady yourself. Jeongin leans in, uncovers your eyes and holds your chin. He's still slipping in, pulling back for a second just to slip in again.
“You deserve this. Let me hear you say it, baby.” you try, stutter, then try again.
“I deserve this.” It's strained but it's enough.
Jeongin smiles, actually smiles in your face, leaning in closer to kiss you as he finally bottoms out. You clench around him and he moans, loud, unfiltered.
“Fits so good. I fit in here so perfectly.” He pulls back just barely, shallow thrusts. “Thank you.” He kisses you again, deeper.
“You're gonna ruin me.” Then he picks up. Every push and pull gets faster, harder, he stays at that pace for a while. Then he switches, slows down just enough to let you feel him nice and deep. “Gonna gimme another, gonna gimme your come.”
You gasp then damn near forget to breathe. It's too much, too good to try and do anything but feel it. The camera—that you have clearly forgotten about—catches it all. The way you grip the couch cushions, the way Jeongin grabs your hips to angle you and the way you try to say something, anything, but just end up saying—
“Daddy ah, d–daddy.” That alone could drive him mad. His thrusts turn slower, deeper, hitting something just right. “Oh, oh, Innie–In–daddy.”
“That's it, thaaat's it. You're gonna come for me again, okay, baby?” you don't have the breath to object, you'd never dream of it anyway. Your nerves are on fire, toes curled and digging into the cushions until he pushes your knees back a little further.
Jeongin's head falls forward, hair a damp mess and he moans. Mouth open, eyebrows pulled together and hips stuttering. That's what does it. That's what gets you squeezing and wetting his cock. It pulls another sound out of him, hands braced on your waist while he watches you come undone beneath him. Because of him.
“That's right. That's so fucking pretty.” he pulls out, sudden and missed immediately. He slaps himself over you and the sound it makes is a sin. He groans, you buck and moan. “Daddy's good girl, yeah? Right?”
Then he's back in. Faster, deeper, or at least it feels that way. You're both breathing hard, too hard to focus, too hard for words. He leans in and kisses you, sloppy and breaking with every thrust but it's something.
“Oh, ‘m gonna come.” He's loud now, moaning again and again and again until he meets you where you're at. He nearly collapses above you, his eyes squeezed shut and he pulls out before he can finish just so you can feel it on your skin.
Your breathing is messy but somehow in sync. Heavy, hard, satisfied. The camera is still rolling, no one rushes to turn it off. You just make room and Jeongin slips in beside you.
“Is the sun setting?” He asks, opening his eyes enough to glance at the fading gold. “It wasn't even that long.”
“Long enough.” You mutter, turning into him, face snuggled into his chest. He’s sweaty, you don't care. “I'm not gonna be able to feel a thing tomorrow.”
“Call out.” He kisses your hairline, sweaty, doesn't care, he kisses again. “I'll call out too.”
“Mm, what's the excuse?” You glance up at him and he looks down at you, serious as he can be.
“You got jumped, might even get jumped again.” you snort against his chest, settling back against him. “Fought hard but just can't win.”
“You're ridiculous.” You look back up and he kisses you, perfect.
“Got it all on tape too.” He murmurs against your lips. You laugh, roll your eyes.
“Shut up.” He kisses you again.
“It's proof.”
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★ 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔂 𝓴𝓲𝓭𝓼 reaction you are best friends and he confess to you
𝓟airing: stray kids x fem!reader ★ 𝓖enre: friends to lovers, headcanons, fluff, slow burn ★ 𝓦ord𝓒ount: 3.4k words ★ 𝓦arnings: jealousy, slight possessiveness, mutual pining.
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୨୧ — Bang Chan
Chan wouldn’t confess because he finally “built up courage.” If anything, he’d confess because he’s exhausted. Not tired of you — tired of pretending he’s unaffected by you. You’d become too involved in his life without either of you noticing. He’s calling you between schedules, sending unfinished songs at unreasonable hours, asking what you ate that day like it’s part of his routine. At some point, the line between friendship and something else stops existing for him, and it frustrates him because he knows better than anyone how dangerous feelings can be when your life is already complicated.
So he tries being rational about it. He tells himself he’s just attached to you because you’re comforting, because you’re familiar, because you’ve been there too long to lose now. But then he catches himself waiting for your replies during busy days, rereading messages when he’s stressed, thinking about how badly he wants your attention specifically, and suddenly the situation feels impossible to ignore.
The actual confession would be messy in a very Chan way. Not dramatic, not smooth, just honest in a way that sounds almost accidental. He’d start talking about something completely unrelated before admitting he thinks he relies on you too much. Then that would turn into him admitting he wants to tell you everything first, good or bad. Then eventually he’d just stop trying to soften it and admit he likes you in a way that stopped feeling friendly a long time ago. The scary part about Chan is that when he’s sincere, he’s really sincere. No joking, no teasing, no leader persona. Just this exhausted honesty that makes it obvious he’s been carrying the feelings alone for a while.
୨୧ — Lee Know
Minho would hate the fact that he likes you. Not because there’s something wrong with you, but because he values control over himself more than anything, and suddenly he’s reacting emotionally to stupid things that shouldn’t matter. You reply late and he’s irritated for the rest of the evening. You cancel plans and he acts indifferent while internally feeling genuinely disappointed. Someone flirts with you in front of him and suddenly he’s quieter than usual, sharper around the edges. The worst part is that he’d realize how obvious he’s becoming before you do. Minho is very aware of himself, which means every soft look, every unnecessary favor, every moment where he gives in too easily around you would make him feel exposed.
Unlike Chan, Minho wouldn’t slowly open up emotionally. He’d get more sarcastic instead. More teasing. More annoying on purpose because it’s easier to provoke reactions from you than admit he actually cares what you think of him. But eventually even he gets tired of himself. Tired of acting irritated every time someone assumes you’re dating because secretly he wishes they were right. So one day he’d just say it very plainly. No buildup. No awkward speech. He’d admit that being around you stopped feeling casual for him a while ago, and now every time you treat him like “just a friend,” it annoys him more than it should. And then he’d look away immediately after saying it because despite how composed he acts, vulnerability still embarrasses him badly.
୨୧ — Seo Changbin
Changbin wouldn’t realize he’s in love with you through emotional introspection. He’d realize because everyone around him is sick of hearing your name. He talks about you constantly without noticing it. Every conversation somehow circles back to you. Someone mentions food? You’d like this place. Someone sends him a song? It reminds him of you. Someone asks about his day? Somehow you’re involved in the story. The members would catch on embarrassingly fast, but Changbin would genuinely think he’s acting normal until someone points out that he smiles differently whenever you text him.
What makes Changbin different is that he wouldn’t become quieter around you after catching feelings — he’d become worse. Louder, clingier, more attention-seeking. He’d want your reactions all the time because your approval starts affecting him too much. Compliments from you would stay in his head for days. If you laugh at one of his jokes, he suddenly becomes the funniest person alive. And when he finally confesses, it wouldn’t come from careful planning. It would happen because he accidentally says something too honest and can’t take it back afterward. He’d probably admit that you’ve become the first person he wants to share things with, and then realize halfway through talking how serious he sounds. The difference with Changbin is that once the truth is out, he wouldn’t really hold back anymore. There’s no cool distance with him. If he loves someone, it’s obvious, overwhelming, and impossible to miss.
୨୧ — Hwang Hyunjin
Hyunjin would fall in love with the details of you before he even notices you as a whole. The expressions you make when you’re annoyed. The way your voice changes when you’re tired. The specific things that make you laugh. He’s observant in a very dangerous way, especially with people he cares about, so once he starts paying attention to you too much, the feelings become unavoidable. But unlike Changbin, Hyunjin wouldn’t express it openly at first. He’d internalize everything. Romanticize everything. Conversations with you would replay in his head later while he’s alone, and suddenly he’s wondering why one specific look from you ruined his entire mood for the day.
The problem with Hyunjin is that he feels things deeply but hates looking emotionally exposed. So instead of confessing quickly, he’d spend months trapped in his own head trying to decide whether the friendship is worth risking. He’d analyze every interaction, every touch, every possibility that maybe you feel the same way too. And when he finally confesses, it wouldn’t sound casual at all because Hyunjin isn’t capable of being emotionally casual with people he truly loves. He’d say it carefully, almost quietly, like he’s admitting something he’s been hiding from himself too. Not in an exaggerated poetic way — just painfully sincere. Like someone finally admitting they’re tired of pretending their feelings are smaller than they really are.
୨୧ — Han Jisung
Jisung would become unbearably obvious after realizing he likes you, but he’d also somehow stay in denial at the same time. One day he’s treating you normally, and the next he’s suddenly hyperaware of everything you do. Your attention starts affecting him in embarrassing ways. If you praise him, he’s energetic for the rest of the day. If you seem distracted around him, he overthinks it for hours. He’d start acting weirdly nervous too, which would confuse you because Jisung is usually comfortable around you. Suddenly he’s talking too fast, interrupting himself, getting flustered when you compliment him back.
What separates Jisung from the others is that his feelings would make him genuinely restless. He wouldn’t know how to sit with them quietly. He’d try distracting himself, joking through it, pretending nothing changed, but eventually the pressure gets to him. And his confession wouldn’t be smooth at all because once Jisung gets emotional, he starts rambling uncontrollably. He’d probably confess by accident during a conversation that had nothing to do with romance, then immediately keep talking because silence makes him panic. Half the confession would just be him exposing himself unintentionally — admitting how long he’s liked you, how obvious everyone else apparently thought he was being, how annoying it is that you affect his mood so much. And honestly, the sincerity would hit harder because of how unplanned it sounds.
୨୧ — Lee Felix
Felix would treat you gently long before he realizes he’s in love with you. That’s why the shift would take him so long to notice. He already cares deeply about people naturally, so at first he wouldn’t understand why you specifically feel different. But eventually he’d notice that his entire day revolves around whether you seem okay or not. Your mood affects him immediately. If you’re stressed, he’s worried. If you seem distant, he starts wondering if he did something wrong. He’d become emotionally attached in a very quiet, steady way that sneaks up on him completely.
Unlike the others, Felix wouldn’t fight the feelings once he recognizes them. He’d be scared of confessing, yes, but not ashamed of loving you. There’s something very emotionally straightforward about him when it comes to caring for people. So when he eventually tells you, it would sound incredibly genuine because he wouldn’t try making himself seem cooler or less vulnerable than he actually is. He’d admit that loving you stopped feeling avoidable a while ago. That being around you became the safest part of his life without him noticing when it happened. And the thing about Felix is that when he speaks sincerely, people believe him immediately because nothing about him feels performative.
୨୧ — Kim Seungmin
Seungmin would notice the change slowly, and honestly, he’d resent it at first. Not because he dislikes you, but because he’s the type to keep his emotions under control, and suddenly you’re ruining that without even trying. He’d catch himself checking his phone too often waiting for your messages, replaying conversations in his head while pretending he’s above things like that. The annoying part is that he’d still act completely normal outwardly. Same teasing, same dry comments, same unimpressed expression whenever you say something ridiculous. If anything, he’d tease you more after developing feelings because it gives him something to hide behind.
But Seungmin’s problem is that he’s too attentive for his own good. Once he cares about someone romantically, he notices everything. He’d remember offhand comments you made months ago. He’d pick up on your moods before you say anything. He’d quietly start adjusting himself around you in ways you wouldn’t notice immediately, like staying awake longer because he knows that’s when you usually want to talk, or saving certain stories because he specifically wants to tell you later. And the confession itself would be surprisingly calm. No panic, no dramatic emotional breakdown. Just Seungmin finally getting tired of pretending his feelings aren’t obvious. He’d probably admit it during an ordinary conversation, almost casually, except his voice would sound more careful than usual. He’d tell you that somewhere along the way, you stopped feeling easy to be around because now every interaction means too much to him. And afterward he’d immediately try acting like he didn’t just completely change the friendship, even though you’d be able to tell he’s nervous from how quiet he suddenly gets.
୨୧ — Yang Jeongin
Jeongin would handle having feelings for you terribly, mostly because he wouldn’t know what to do with himself afterward. He’s expressive by nature, so hiding emotions has never really been his strength. The moment he realizes he likes you, everyone around him would probably figure it out too because suddenly he’s reacting to everything you do. If you give him attention, he’s in a good mood for hours. If you seem closer to someone else, he gets visibly irritated even while insisting he’s fine. And because he’s younger emotionally than some of the others, the jealousy would genuinely catch him off guard. He’d hate realizing how much your attention matters to him.
What makes Jeongin different is that his feelings would make him softer rather than nervous. He’d start following you around more naturally, always finding reasons to stay close to you longer than necessary. There’s something very instinctive about the way he loves people, so instead of overthinking every interaction like Hyunjin or trying to suppress it like Minho, he’d just slowly become more attached until it’s impossible to ignore. But the actual confession would still embarrass him badly. He’d probably blurt it out during a moment of frustration after holding it in too long, then immediately regret how direct he sounded. Not because he regretted liking you, but because now you know, and suddenly he feels exposed in a way he’s not used to. If you liked him back, though, his entire face would change instantly. Jeongin has one of those expressions where happiness reaches his eyes immediately, and after that, he wouldn’t bother pretending to be subtle anymore. He’d get clingy fast, completely comfortable acting like your person once he knows he’s allowed to be.
mean gege fucks different. he comes out when you push and push and push, depriving him of affection all day, disobeying, stomping your feet and spitting cruel words at him when he tries to fix it, like you are asking for punishment. he drops his hips down into you, warm skin slapping against your ass with a mind-numbing feral intensity as he drives through your spasming walls.
he grinds in equally desperate measure, rolling his hips until he reaches your deepest part. he's not gentle. the force of it pushes you down into the mattress in a way that almost forces the air from your lungs. and when he holds it, buried to the hilt, he's so heavy and so deep inside that you convulse beneath him, croaking out something incomprehensible.
"where's my good girl?" he grunts into your neck as he humps your ass—thick muscular thighs tensing either side of you. "so naughty all day.... where'd gege's good little girl go?"
his fingers invade your mouth again, already slick with drool from the way he intermittently plays with your tongue. it stops you attempting to answer. he doesn't need an answer. he knows you get him riled up like this on purpose; he knows sometimes you just want to cry buried under his heavy body and forget everything else. brainless and wordless; empty entirely besides your big bother's throbbing cock.
"you like it when gege is mean, hm? such a bad girl..." he licks at your wet cheek, lapping up your tears as you suckle at his finger between sobs. "it's okay... let go. just cry for me. take gege's fat cock and cry on my fingers, mm? that's it..."
i posted a video to go along with this on my twitter
Summary: After you confess that no man has ever made you come, Yang Jeongin takes it upon himself to show you what love can feel like. And maybe falls in love in the process.
Warnings: Smut! MDNI. Sex after drinking, too much fluff might make your heart melt. A lot of talk about bad sexual experiences with men. Hand kink, sorry not sorry I have a thing for hands.
Word count: 8.1k
Pairing: Yang Jeongin x f!reader
A/N: This one’s a bit personal to me, had a bad experience after a long time of celibacy and now I’m trying to heal in my fantasy world so it’s just a lot of fluff and Jeongin being the biggest green flag to have walked planet earth. Also in this universe I.N and reader know each other and are friends but have never had sex.
Also as per usual I only proof read this once because I wanted to get it out there, and English isn't my first language so there might be spelling mistakes and typos.
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Drinking with Stray Kids was never a good idea, every single time without fail they found a way to get you to drink soju, that damned drink always managed to loosen up your tongue, not necessarily in a bad way but more in a extroverted type way but sometimes you let something slip that you would’ve never said was it not for the alcohol flowing through your veins. Today you had been drinking with all the guys, having fun around the pool and chatting the day away. As the daylight dimmed everyone gathered inside for a chill buffet style dinner you had prepared for game night, a mixture of Korean dishes and other cuisines so everyone could eat as much as their hearts desired while you played videogames and eventually board games, but as the bottles emptied the games turned a little more intimate as it was very common with these guys and before you could say anything they decided to play truth or dare.
“Truth or dare?” Hyunjin asked after a couple of rounds had passed.
“Truth” You said, after enduring too many embarrassing dares you decided to go safer, or so you thought…because nothing was ever safe with these men.
“Y/N, when’s the last time a man made you come?” You damn near spat out the shot you had just taken as everyone turned their full attention to you. Chans question seemed to be a loaded one given that you were the closest to him and might have let it slip that you didn’t have the best track record with sexual encounters and men. Your eyes widened at the question, not because it was too personal, you were used to that by now but because it came out of nowhere and there was zero hesitation about it. But you answered honestly nonetheless.
“Never” You said avoiding eye contact with everyone, filling up the tiny shot glass with an almost empty bottle, you didn’t really know why you were so embarrassed to admit such a thing, when you weren’t the one that should be embarrassed, it wasn’t your fault after all. But you couldn’t help but feel a little insecure, maybe you were the problem and you didn’t know it.
“Really? That can’t be true, how come no man has made you come?” Changbin asked, he sounded truly curious and you couldn’t blame him, it was definitely weird.
“Yeah, it’s true. I don’t really feel attracted sexually if I don’t have an emotional connection, and I’ve only had bad experiences with men.” You admitted as you took the shot you had just poured yourself followed by another gulp of the beer you had in your possession but didn’t know where it came from. As you finished the sentence everyone begun speaking and saying stuff about how men are horrible and you deserve better, a couple of comments were made about how they always made the women they had sex with come with smug looks being shared between a lot of teasing. You took a mental note that everyone said something except I.N, he just looked at you, neutral expression but his eyes, those damn eyes, he was thinking something, but you couldn’t put a pin in it. It’s like he wanted to say something, but he was holding back.
“My sorrows, anyway who’s next? Seungmin, truth or dare?” Fleix said making you giggle at his condolences for your lack of orgasming, but you were glad that the attention was finally off you and onto someone else.
After everyone had gone to their respective rooms you stayed cleaning up the last remaining dishes and putting the leftovers away in the fridge, you heard someone coming into the kitchen.
“Is it true what you said before?” It was Jeongin. He stood next to you and quickly grabbed a kitchen towel as he begun to dry the plates you had just washed.
“About what?” You played dumb but you knew what he was implying, you just would’ve preferred to not have to talk about it anymore, as much as you pretended that it wasn’t that big of a deal the truth was that it was a big insecurity for you.
“That no man has made you…you know…come?” He asked, a little innocence laced in his voice. His hands busy helping you dry off the dishes which also helped because he kept his eyes glued to the plate he was drying, which was very much dry by now but he kept going at it.
“Oh, that. Yeah, sadly, it’s true. Sometimes I even believe there’s something wrong with me, it’s not like I sleep around all the time, but I should’ve come with someone by now.” You said, opening up about your sexual disappointments felt less awkward with him, you had always been close with Jeongin, your personalities worked incredibly well together, and you always had a lot of fun when spending time with each other. But on the other hand you could also have really deep conversations with him, he was a greta listener and always gave such good advice.
“There’s nothing wrong with you. You just haven’t found the right person. Men these days don’t care about women’s pleasure, they only want to do it and leave. I’ll never understand it.” He said giving you a genuine smile but it felt a little pitiful.
“Yeah, I know. But I’m tired of searching for the right one, every time I get my hopes up I and up feeling disappointed and used. The guy I met at the party the other day, didn’t even bother to learn my name, came twice and didn’t try to make me feel good. He literally just used me like I was a sex toy, I don’t ever want to feel like that again. I felt disgusting, you know?” You said, blinking rapidly to fight the tears welling up in your eyes. Finally letting your true feelings out was nice, you had only talked about this with your girlfriends but never with other people, women always understood because sadly every woman has been through those horrible experiences but sometimes men didn’t really get it, so you avoided the topic with them.
“No, please don’t cry, I don’t want to see you crying over stupid men who don’t deserve you.” He said as he wiped the tears from your cheek, placing his fingers under your chin urging you to look at him. “You deserve someone that will treat you like the queen that you are.” He said while still holding your head up, then motioning for you to come into a hug. You melted into his muscular arms instantly, as you let out a few more tears holding him tightly, sobbing into his chest finally breaking down.
“Thank you, Innie. I guess I’ll just have to keep searching then” You said as you shrugged your shoulders, wipes your tears and resumed the cleaning when something stopped you cold in your tracks.
“Maybe you don’t have to search anymore” He said, slight blush creeping on his cheeks. You thought you heard him wrong, because there was no way he was suggesting what you thought he was suggesting.
“What do you mean?” You asked, trying to play it cool because he could’ve easily meant something different than what your mind first imagined.
“Maybe you already found the one, but you’re too busy searching for someone else.” He said coming a little closer, your body was frozen in place, the only movement was your heart pounding in your throat so hard that you felt you could cough it out if your tried and your eyelids, closing and opening.
“I think I would know if I had.” You said laughing nervously trying to play it cool but it came out a little more awkward than cool.
“I don’t think you would.” He said, his gaze now burning a whole into your eyes, he took another step forward. “Because if you knew you would’ve already noticed that I’ve been here for months. And you still haven’t given me a chance.” His voice was completely serious, but he had that playful smile that always made your heart flutter, he didn’t look like he was joking or messing around, in fact, he looked just as nervous as you. You cleared your throat, suddenly your mouth had become dry and the thoughts running through your head had gone wild, you didn’t really know what to say.
“Jeongin, what are you talking about?” You couldn’t help but be fully taken aback by his sudden confession about his feelings for you that you seemed to be oblivious about. You had noticed a few stares here and there and some comments that could’ve been interpreted as more than just friendly banter but you never thought anything of it because you didn’t think it was possible for someone like Yang Jeongin to like someone like you, he could date any model or actress he wanted to, he would never choose you, he was just your friend.
“Y/N, you know what I’m talking about, I know you’ve seen me staring at you, you’ve noticed how my heartrate picks up when we cuddle while watching movies, how I get nervous every time our hands graze.” He said quickly, trying not to sound too intense but this confession was not on your bingo card for the night.
“I mean yeah, of course I noticed. But I just didn’t think you saw me that way.” You replied a little embarrassed that you had sabotaged yourself so badly that you had convinced yourself that you couldn’t be liked by someone so handsome and attractive.
“Because you’re too busy wasting your time on ugly men who can’t even make you come.” He said, smiling. “If you had given me the chance you would know how love feels.”
“You sound really confident, and I appreciate that, I really do, but that’s what every other man says, and the story always repeats itself.” You say, allowing your better judgement to take place for once because everytime you give someone the benefit of the doubt they disappoint, why would he be any different? The distance between you two almost nothing at this point, you’re standing so close that you can feel the heat radiating from his body and it’s intoxicating. His scent drawing you closer, his lips look like forbidden fruit, his eyes are full of desire and passion.
“You know I’m not like any man you’ve met before. I want to take care of you. I want to take you where no one else has.” He said, his hands coming up your sides to grip your waist, gently but firm enough to pull you closer to him testing the waters but even if you wanted to you couldn’t pull away from him, not when he looks like he’s begging for your mercy, you feel weaker every second that passes.
“Innie, I don’t want to feel used again. I’ve had enough disappointment for now.” You said pressing your forehead against his chest, your mind keeps racing with no end in sight, you know that if you say yes you’re risking feeling abused again. But you can’t deny that you’ve always wanted to know what true love feels like, you’ve been told that making love is a beautiful experience and you want to know what that’s like. Maybe he’s the right candidate for it, at least you’ve know him and that already is a huge step in the right direction.
He grabbed your face and gently lifted your chin, his eyes searched for yours until you finally met his gaze.
“I promise I won’t every make you feel like that, let me treat you better.” He said, his voice raw and honest. You closed your eyes for a second, you couldn’t think straight when he looked at you like a little fox in distress. But in the back of your mind, you had already made your choice, you made your choice the moment you laid eyes on him the first time you met him, you’ve always wanted him, you just didn’t want to deal with the consequences of confessing your attraction for him and possibly getting rejected.
“I’m trusting you, just please don’t hurt me.” You said, and he understood instantly. He closed the distance between your lips, the kiss felt intimate and full of passion, it was slow and deep, the type of you kiss you only see in movies, the kind of kiss that sweeps you off your feet and makes you feel like you’re floating on a cloud. Your hands roamed his very muscular back while he held you as close as humanly possible against him with one arm while his other hand held the back of your neck al while your lips moved in a perfect dance.
“I would never hurt you.” He broke the kiss for a second before connecting your lips again but it was brief as you suddenly became hyperaware of the fact you were making out very passionately in the middle of the kitchen where anyone could walk in and neither of you would hear the end of it.
“We should go somewhere else before someone walks in on us.” You said pulling away just enough to get the words out and connecting your lips again.
“Come with me.” He took your hand into his big strong hand and led you up the stairs and down the hallway into his room. The room had a very cozy lighting, and it looked very tidy, he was always very picky about the way his room should be and absolutely hated sharing rooms with other people, except with you. He always offered his room when you said you wanted to nap so you wouldn’t sleep on the couch, or when staying up late for movie nights, now it all clicked in your mind.
As soon as you were inside, he began kissing you again, this time a little more hungry but still romantic, like he wanted this moment to last just a little longer. He pressed his body against yours pushing your back against the door, taking the opportunity to lock it as he kept kissing you. He pulled away for a second, his lips plump tinted with a beautiful shade of pink from all the kissing, his eyes were dark and full of lust.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about this.” He confessed, something in his tone sounded different, yes, he was out of breath, but he sounded like he didn’t really want to say that, he said it before he could think about it, but he didn’t take it back.
“Innie, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You said caressing his face softly, you were still surprised by this whole situation, but you would be lying if you said that you weren’t loving every second of it.
“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” He smiled
“You could never, we’re always going to be friends, no matter what.” You said and kissed him again; he needed that reassurance. Even though you knew that this could easily ruin your friendship it was too late to back out, and quite frankly, you didn’t want to. Now that you know the attraction is mutual you want to take it all the way.
“Y/N, are you sure about this?” He confirmed consent, such a small thing yet it made your legs weak, nothing hotter than a respectful man who asks for consent even when consent is implied. Such a green flag.
“Yes, Yang Jeongin. 100% sure.” You said in between kisses. You kissed his neck, a place you knew he was very sensitive, but the moan that came out of that mans mouth you didn’t expect at all. It made you drunk, you wanted to hear more of it so you kept kissing and nibbling at it only stopping for a couple of seconds to remove his shirt revealing his toned physique. You had seen his abs many times before, but you had never been this close to him much less touching him as much as your heart desired so you took your time exploring his body. You ran your hand down his abs, which he was flexing for sure but you didn’t care one bit, he looked hot as hell, while all he did was admire the effect he was having on you, the way you couldn’t stop looking at him, admiring him like he was a statue carved by the gods themselves. Your hand trailed a little lower stopping right over his belt, your hand began to undo his belt but he stopped you before you could take it off holding your wrist in place very gently.
“No princess, today is about you.” He said before he began to remove your clothes. “Can I take this off?” He said as he held the hem of your dress, you just nodded in approval. He smiled and pulled the hem up and above your head, only your underwear covering you now, but it didn’t cover much because it was only a white lace two-piece set, it was the only thing clean you had available after the pool day but now you were really glad you kept that in your car after a bad one-night stand. “Holy fuck, you’re going to kill me.” And without another word he pushed your back ever so gently onto the bed, holding you every second of the way.
You couldn’t help but giggle at how gentle he was being with you, you had never once had a man treat you gently. You used to think you loved it hard and rough, which you did, but there’s something about treating each other with care and love, not just lust and brute force that had you melting into his touch every time he moved.
“I want you to tell me what you like princess, how do you want me?” He couldn’t be any hotter even if he tried. But the words wouldn’t come out of your mouth, it’s like your brain couldn’t comprehend you being the focus during sex, he caught on at your hesitation. “Do you want me to eat you out? Do you want to ride my thighs? Do you want me to finger you? I’m all yours baby just say the word.” He even remembered that one time you said you had a thing for riding thighs and Lee Know became the most annoying human being for like a week thinking you were talking about him, he walked around with the worst superiority complex you’ve seen.
Your eyes lit up at the offer of him fingering you, his hands were so big, and incredibly beautiful. Plus, his veiny arms always made you a little weak. Maybe more than a little, maybe more like a lot. He couldn’t help but smile at your sudden enthusiasm.
“You want me to finger you?” He said as he held his hand up for you to see in all its might and glory, damn, it’s almost like he knew you had a hand kink which he probably did because you would frequently tell him that his hands were beautiful, your eyes instantly fixated on his long digits. “Princess, I need to hear you.”
“Yes, please, Innie. I love your hands; I need you to finger me.” You begged as you held his hand, feeling every knuckle and every vein.
“That’s my girl.” He said as he leaned down kissing you once more.
He gently placed his hands on your knees and your legs just spread right open for him, you looked at little desperate but at this point who cares, you were in fact desperate for a man to make you come. He placed himself kneeling in between your legs.
“If you want me stop or you don’t like it, tell me.” His voice suddenly became serious and mature, he wasn’t here to play around. You simply nodded in return. He gave you the most devilish smirk you have ever witnessed before slowly trailing his fingers down your lower belly and hovering your heat, not giving you what you want just yet. The excitement was making you dizzy; your hips bucked up against his hand searching for some friction to relieve the tension. He just chuckled and placed his fingers over your core, slowly caressing it.
“Fuck. You’re soaked, is this all for me?” He said as he kept rubbing over your pussy ever so gently.
“Yes Innie, you’ve got me fucked up.” You say even though you want to run and hide feeling way too exposed.
“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s hot.” He said as he rubbed himself over his pants, making you notice how hard he was, a very prominent bulge under his jeans.
“Let me take this off, I want to touch you properly.” He said grabbing the sides of your underwear and pulling it down your legs as you lifted your hips. He took them off completely and threw them somewhere on the floor. The cold air hitting your center making you close your legs instinctively.
“Don’t be shy now, let me see you.” He said as he gently pried your legs apart massaging your inner thighs. “See, you’re so beautiful, you don’t have to cover yourself with me, you’re safe here.” He said, tears began building up in your eyes yet again. You had never felt so loved and seen, and he’s barely touched you but just this feeling alone was enough to take over the edge. He probably noticed but he didn’t point it out, which was nice of him. He turned his focus back down to your pussy now fully exposed and glistening with arousal. He took his middle finger and slowly made contact and began spreading your juices all over, making your back arch a moan escaping from your lips.
“Innie, fuck. Please, don’t tease me.” You begged, it had already been way too much foreplay, if he didn’t do something soon you swore you would combust. He did what you asked and began drawing circles over your clit, at first he was a little to the side and for a second you thought this would be like every other guy ever. Oh boy were you wrong, it took him 5 seconds and he adjusted his placement hitting exactly the spot.
“Oh my, fuck. What the…” You moaned, trying to keep it quiet considering everyone could probably hear you, but you had never felt such pleasure from a mans hand before and it felt heavenly. Only you had made yourself cum but the idea of his fingers pleasing you was very erotic.
He smiled proudly, knowing he had it in him to be the first to make you come. A title he wanted for himself, a title he was determined to get. Not because he wanted bragging rights, this night was a secret he was taking to the grave, but because he knew he wanted you to feel special and he could do that and that filled him with pride.
“Oh fuck princess, you like that?” He asked, but his question was genuine, not smug, he wanted to know he was doing a good job, he was asking for feedback.
“Yes, Innie. That feels really good.” You said in between moans. Your eyes screwed shut, focused on your orgasm.
“Here princess, look at me.” He said handing you a pillow to put behind your head, propping it up, allowing you a better view between your legs. You doubted it for a second, you would’ve preferred to just shut your eyes and focus on the feeling and nothing else, usually you had to really concentrate. But as soon as you saw the view you knew this was going to get you there a lot faster, his fingers covered in your slick and touching you like that, you felt a rush of excitement shoot through your body. He kept this movement up, not changing a thing, same pressure and speed, hitting the perfect spot every single time, slowly but surely building up your orgasm.
“I want you to focus only on coming, focus on the way my fingers feel touching you.” He said, he clearly noticed the reaction you had when you caught a glimpse of his fingers on your pussy. It was truly a magical view, and it was doing it for you.
“Ok, Innie. This is hot as fuck, I hope you know that.” You reassured him, briefly taking your eyes off your pussy to look him in the eyes. He could tell you to jump of a bridge and you would do it if he looked at you like this, his eyes always tell on him, and this time he felt proud of his work. And that made you even more aroused, the fact he gets off on making you feel pleasure made you hornier in return.
“This is what it feels like to be touched with love, princess.” He said as he kept going, keeping up a steady pace as he saw what you responded to and stuck with it. Smart man. You began to feel the pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach and you almost couldn’t believe it, you had made yourself believe that you were too picky and particular, that no one could make you come, turns out they simply needed to try a little harder and treat you like a human.
“Innie, oh my god, I’m getting close.” You moaned reaching a hand towards him, his free hand intertwined with your fingers, just holding your hand while he kept his movements up.
“Do you still want me to finger you?” He asked, not missing a beat.
“No, keep going just like this, it feels amazing.” You said and he followed your instructions, not changing anything, he could see the orgasm building, he had a goal, and he was not about to let it slip away. The pleasure kept building, that knot still winding. How come no one else has been able to this for you? Are men really that incompetent? Last time the guy was just rubbing your left lip as if he wanted to rub it off.
“Baby, come back here, focus on my fingers.” He noticed your mind drifting away and made sure to ground you before your climax could slip away, so you did as instructed and focused back on his fingers and the way they keep rubbing circles over your bud. “Good girl.” Oh fuck, how does he know every single kink you have? Maybe you’ve told him a couple while drunk but you didn’t think he would remember but he clearly did. Hand kink, praise kink, thigh kink...
“I’m close, fuck, Innie, I’m very close, don’t stop, please.” Your moans now getting a little more breathless, the tension felt like it was about to snap any minute now, and his dirty talk was about to take you over the edge.
“Please Y/N, come for me. I need you to come all over my fingers.” And that was what you needed to let go, your climax came crushing down over you like a wave, no, a tsunami. Something you had never experienced, and you never thought you would, coming by someone else touching you. He kept rubbing circles as he helped you ride out your orgasm.
“Fuck, oh my god. Innie what the fuck?” You moaned, being quiet now completely out the window. Your legs shaking as he kept rubbing slower circles over your clit, still winding down your climax. Your eyes rolled back to the back of your head.
“Oh baby that was really fucking hot. Are you ok?” He asked as his other hand gently caressed your inner thigh, urging you to slowly come back to life after that life changing orgasm. As your breathing steadied you managed to open your eyes, he was looking at you trying to figure out if you just had an exorcism or an orgasm, probably both.
“Yes, you did it Jeongin. Didn’t think you had it in you.” You said with the biggest smile, that was more than just a normal climax, it was healing, healing from all the bad experiences where you felt like you were just a fuck doll to men who couldn’t even bother to try to make it an enjoyable experience for you. Clearly it wasn’t as hard as they had made it out to be because this gorgeous man did it in 10 minutes, and you didn’t have to tell him a thing, he just observed you and made sure you liked it.
“We’re not done yet. I want to taste you.” Your jaw nearly unhinged as it dropped wide open, he leaned down and knelt in front of you. “Sit up princess, I want you to watch me when I eat this pussy.” He said with zero hesitation, you didn’t think twice and obeyed, but it didn’t feel like an order it felt like it was something he truly wanted.
“You’re insane, I.N.” You said as you grabbed a fistful of his hair and softly made him look at you, the man looked thirsty, like he hasn’t had a drink in weeks and your pussy was the only thing that could quench his thirst. He was irresistible. He looked at up you, yearning. His eyes full of adoration with a hint of fire behind them. You couldn’t help the feelings he was making you feel, that’s when YOU kissed him for the first time, it was real and raw, letting all your emotions out as you did you couldn’t help the tears that streamed down your face. “Thank you, Innie. Truly.” You said pressing your forehead against his. He wiped your tears from your cheeks for the second time today, but this time it was because of happiness.
“You don’t have to thank me for treating you the way you deserve to be treated, I’m sorry that you were made to think this is not the bare minimum. You won’t have to settle for less ever again, I promise.” He said, and it felt like your heart was naked, this is that kind of intimacy that even with full layers of clothing you still feel like you’re completely exposed, the intimacy that only comes from trusting your heart to someone else, not just your body but your heart and soul. You knelt on the ground in front of him and just hugged him, as you allowed all your tears to stream down you face, he held you tightly, like he was trying to piece every broken bit back together with his arm. He held you as long as you wanted, not a single word shared, you didn’t have to say anything, he knew and you knew and that was all that mattered. When you finally decided to pull away, he looked like he was also emotional, the way he felt for others always amazed you, he wasn’t one to cry often but he always cared for other deeply, he had a very kind soul and he was very empathetic. “We can stop here of you want, you’re probably tired.” He said as he stood up and held his hand out for you to do the same. But you didn’t, you had other plans, you stayed there, looking up at him.
“You’re not going anywhere. I want to show you just how thankful I am.” You said as your hands moved to unbuckle his belt, which he allowed this time. But his eyes questioned your intentions.,
“I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this for me, Y/N. I’m happy with taking care of you.” He said, and you believe him, but you had sucked many dicks in your lifetime, it was fair to say you didn’t like it. But this time was different, you wanted it, you craved it, and he also deserved to be treated well.
“I know, but I want to. You also deserve to be taken care of. Let me make you feel good too.” You said smiling as you unzipped his jeans and pulled both the pants and boxers down to his ankles. Holy shit, he was packing. You couldn’t deny that you had noticed he was…well, mm, big. You had caught glimpses of it around the pool or when he wore those damned grey sweats, but now that it was right in front of your face you could tell this was just the right size of big and girth. You had never seen a pretty dick, in fact dicks repulsed you, but this one, this one was pretty, it made you want to kiss it. So you did, you gave it a kiss right on the tip as you shot him a glance. And then it’s when you decided that this night should be about both of you, not just him or you, but the pleasure of both of you combined.
“I need you to tell me what you like, I want to make you feel just as good as you just made me feel.” You said as you undid the clasp of your lacy bra and tossed it to the side, he sure as hell looked like he liked that, his eyebrows shot straight up and he gave you his classic lower lip bite with a smile flashing you his dimples, you all know what face I’m talking about.
You didn’t waste any time and got to work, but it wasn’t hard like other times, this time you didn’t feel like you wanted to throw up every second of it which was a great start. His hands stayed at his sides allowing you to set the pace and depth you felt comfortable with, which made you want to do a good job for him even more. You began licking a strip all the way from the base to the tip, never breaking eye contact, then you took him in as far as you could when you felt him hit the back of your throat making you gag, so you pulled back. And then down his length again, moans slipped from his lips, it was music to your ears, you could tell he was trying to be quiet, but he was doing a miserable job at it. As you began to set a pace you made a ponytail with your hands and grabbed one of his to hold the hair in place so it wouldn’t get in the way, knowing he wouldn’t push you down more than what you wanted to.
“Fuck princess, I’m not going to last.” Thank god, even though this was very pleasurable for you, in fact it was the only time you enjoyed giving head, it required a lot of concentration to not throw up or gag constantly. But when a man like this is towering over you while he’s got his entire cock stuffing your mouth the gagging isn’t really that big of a deal, his pleasure was the only thing on your mind. His hands never once pushed you or tried to control your movements, so you kept him all the way in just a little longer every time you shoved him in, you could see the way he reacted and how much he enjoyed when you did that but clearly he wasn’t going to ask that of you much less force it.
“Baby, I’m close, where do you want me to cum?” As if he couldn’t get any hotter, he was so respectful he earned the right to come inside your mouth. A respectful man gets the best treatment. So, you didn’t reply, you just looked up at him and took him all the way in, keeping him there. He moaned and his hand tensed around your hair as he tried to pull his hips away, but you didn’t let him you kept him right there, gagging on his dick as he twitched a couple of times.
“I can’t hold it baby, fuck, I’m going to come” You just looked up at him and winked, you knew he wanted you to pull away so he could come somewhere else that wasn’t so intense, but this is how you wanted it you wanted it. More like needed it. In fact, you felt your pussy clenching, arousal dripping down your legs. After a few more seconds he released his load in your mouth, he looked majestic while coming, even with his face contorted with pleasure he looked like a god, slightly hunched over you, legs shaking, groaning and moaning all sorts of names and curse words as he spilled the last of his seed into your mouth.
“Let me bring you a tow-“ He didn’t even get to finish the sentence before you pulled back, looked him dead in the eyes and swallowed all of it. It was just as bad as you remembered but the pleasure it brought him was the only thing you could think about, it reminded you of all the times you had done this while feeling like you simply had to, not something that you had a choice in, this time he gave you the choice to tell him where to come several times but you wanted this as much as he did. His lips parted, half in sheer surprise and half in awe at your boldness.
“You didn’t have to do that for me, princess.” He said caressing your cheek gently.
“I know baby, I wanted to. I wanted to taste you, all of you.” You said as your hand reached for your heat; trying to relieve some of the tension that had built up again, your eyes widened at the sheer wetness in your core. It was dripping all down your legs and on the floor, that had never happened before, most of the times you had to use spit to have sex because you were too dry.
“You should feel just how wet sucking your dick made me.” You said as you stood up and took his arm leading him to touch you, he did as you said and what he felt did not disappoint him.
“Did you really enjoy it that much? You can tell me the truth” He asked as he looked at his soaked fingers, so soaked that when he separated them there was a film of slick between them.
“Yes Innie, I loved pleasing you.” You said leaning in to kiss him. This time the kiss was just hungry, it felt like he wasn’t being so careful now that this was a two-way thing, not just him doing all the work. “I want us both to enjoy this, not just me.” You said as you tried pushed him onto the bed but he didn’t move a single inch, ugh, hot. Instead, he turned you and pushed you onto the bed climbing on top of you.
“What’s your favorite position, Y/N?” He asked, but you didn’t have an answer, you never enjoyed any position because it was never about your pleasure, it was always about the men.
“I don’t know, I’ve never really thought about it.” You admitted, not embarrassment in your tone, more like disappointment that you had never thought about something so basic because these shit men always used you for their own pleasure.
“That’s unacceptable baby, we’re going to find out today.” He said as he pulled away and reached for the box of condoms in a drawer on the nightstand. He pulled one out and quickly put it on. It reminded you of that time you had to beg a guy to put one on, and Jeongin didn’t even ask you. This entire night was making you realize that it really is that simple to treat a woman properly.
He climbed back on top of you and kissed you, hands exploring every inch of naked skin available, gently and softly, like he didn’t want to break you or hurt you in any way. Groping your breasts, kissing the skin around them, moaning as he sucked on one nipple while he played with the other.
“Let’s try the classics first and then we can get more creative if you want to, ok?” He said as he pulled back and aligned himself at your entrance. He looked at you for approval, you nodded and he pushed in, not too slow, not too fast, just enough for you to let you get used to the stretch first.
“Fuck, Innie.” You moaned right into his ear. Your arms firmly wrapped around his broad shoulders. He groaned in response. “You can move now.” You said after a few seconds, he did as you told him and began rocking his hips back and forth, slowly, watching your face for any indication of pain but it looked like sheer pleasure to him, and sure thing, he made you cockdumb, eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth open, completely non-verbal. You never had dick like this, never had a man like this, and the feeling was unreal.
“I’ve dreamed about making love to you more times than you can imagine, Y/N.” He said, confessing yet again his fantasies with you. Nothing quite like feeling wanted and safe while doing something so intimate with someone.
“Are you making love to me right now?” You asked snapping back into reality at his confession, holding his face in your hands, making him look at you. His eyes met yours.
“Yes, darling, I told you I was going to show you how love feels like.” He said as he kept grinding his hips into yours, with intent but not hard. Just enough to make you feel every single inch of him. He took the time to kiss you while doing it, to explore your body with care and appreciation, kissing down your chest and down your nipples. Your back arched into him and he slipped his arm under you waist to hold you even closer, you felt an intention of pleasure but it wasn’t enough.
“A little faster please” You asked him, feeling comfortable enough to ask for things you wanted was definitely a new experience.
“Say less. Whatever you want you get.” He said as he sped up a little, he stood up straight now and brought your hips upwards placing a pillow under your lower back.
“Holy fucking shit, Innie.” You moaned, the new angle making your limbs contort in all sorts of ways as the pleasure tore through your body, your hands desperately trying to find something to hold on to.
“Does that feel good?” He asked even though it came out as a moan when your walls clenched around him, still checking once again that this experience was enjoyable for you as well.
“Yes, oh my god, that’s the spot.” You moaned, back arched but your eyes still fixated on Jeongin and his perfect body, everything about him that you had always found attractive now on display just for you to admire. But he wasn’t lying when he said that he wanted to make you feel good because he took his fingers and began drawing circles over your clit again earning a very loud moan from you as he stimulated the already overstimulated bundle of nerves and he hit that delicious spot inside you at the same time.
“Baby, I love the noises, but we have to keep it down. Do you think you can do that for me?” He asked, his movements remained the same, but he was right, you probably already woke everyone up, the least you could do is try to keep it quiet but it was proving to be a challenge.
“Not when you’re fucking me like this Innie. It feels too good.” You said through gritted teeth, crying out in pleasure.
“C’mon princess, I know you can do it.” He said as his focus turned back in between your legs, he began setting a relentless pace, it was fast but not too fast, it was hard but not too hard, just the perfect mixture for your second orgasm of the night to build in the pit of your stomach, this time it came much faster than the first now that you were fully present in the moment enjoying yourself, without the pressure of your first orgasm with a man.
“Jeongin, fuck, I’m going to come again.” You said gripping the sheets even tighter if that was possible, your body contorting as the pleasure kept building.
“Shit princess, I’m going to come too, you feel so good.” He said but you didn’t reply, you couldn’t, the pleasure had completely taken over your brain at this point. He kept going for a few seconds before you reached your second climax of the night, this one was even more intense than the first and it also lasted longer, for a second you saw the stars. He also came shortly after you as his hips faltered for the first time, his head thrown back, lips parted, eyes closed. He looked majestic, that afterglow and the sweat covering his honey skin was doing a number on his already breathtaking visuals. He stayed there for a second before leaning down to kiss you.
He had kissed you in my ways throughout the night, but this kiss was different, it was intimate, it had love behind it. It had true, real intimacy. You kissed him back like your life depended on it, never wanting this feeling to go away. You had never had sex like this, never felt loved and cared for the way he just made you feel, you swore you fell in love with the man right then and there.
“Innie…that was incredible.” You whispered smiling, pulling back just enough to look at him in the eyes. Still his eyes remained the same, honest and full of love. “Thank you.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful and one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met, you deserve to be treated as such.” He said as he pulled out slowly, taking off the condom and quickly throwing it in the trash can inside his bathroom. You couldn’t help but blush at his comment. The fact that he saw positive things about you so clearly yet you couldn’t was an eye opening thing.
“Thank you for showing me that.” You said as he came back into the room with a wet towel, of course he was the kind of guy to do that. Your reached for it but he took it upon himself to clean you up, ever so gently as to not overstimulate you even further.
“Y/Nnim, can I ask you a question?” He asked as he took the towel back into the bathroom.
“Of course. Ask away?” You said propping yourself up on your elbows.
“Can you stay with me tonight?” He said, his chin a little low and his eyes giving you that pleading look again. The one you couldn’t resist.
“I would love to stay the night, Innie. There’s nothing I would like more.” You said as he climbed into the bed, this time under the covers. Opening his arms to invite you in, you curled right up to him, enjoying the heat radiating from his body, his hand caressing your arm that was draped over his abs and the other drawing random doodles on your back.
“You should know that this is the first time I’ve made love to someone.” He said, his voice barely audible by the end of the sentence. He couldn’t be any cuter if he tried.
“It’s ok if you have, you had a life before tonight.” You said, but there was a part of you that still wanted to feel special. A part of you that wanted to believe that this experience and the energy shared between both of you was new to him as well.
“I know, but I want you to know that I had never done that before, I’ve never felt something like that in my life. I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s not about the act, it’s about you and I. Together. We have something special going on here and I don’t want to let you go, ever.” He said as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.
“Does that mean we’re together now?” You asked as your heart was pounding out of your chest.
“I would’ve liked to ask you in a more romantic way, but yes, will you be my girlfriend?.” He said, you lifted your head to meet his eyes, glimmering under the dim fairy lights. He looked nervous, like he was taking a huge risk and you had the power to break his heart. But you’d never do that.
“I would love to be your girlfriend, Innie.” You said as you kissed him once again. You could get used to kissing this handsome man every day. You pulled away and rested your head on his chest, before you could realize you had fallen soundly asleep.
When I was “I want him” about a male character im not saying I wanna fuck him. I want him like a spoiled little girl wants a pony, I want to him so I can put him on my shelf for safekeeping, I want him like a good hearty stew on a winter’s evening, I want to put him in a jar and shake it.
Caleb had you pinned down, your wrists locked under his grip as he slipped into you with a high-pitched moan.
“Fuck….” He whined. Whimpering as he let your pussy adjust to the size of his pulsing cock.
Caleb pulled his hips back, just enough to tease before lightly pushing back in. His grip around your wrists, trembling from how good it felt to finally be inside you.
It was all a blur, his lips on your neck, his hands on your body, hot as he undressed you with urgency.
You barely remember stumbling onto the bed, Caleb's fingers already plunging between your thighs.
His uniform lay abandoned on the cold floor; the only thing left on his body was that goddamn necklace.
“Taking me so good, fuck I’m not going to last.” Caleb moaned, his grip tightening on your wrists as he slid into your heat, his hips deftly finding a steady rhythm.
The headboard banged against the wall. The sound cuts between the sharp moans and whimpers escaping from both of your throats.
You shivered as the cold metal brushed against your hot skin. The tags brushing against your chin and soft lips with each thrust.
You watched Caleb from below, keeping your legs spread open wide enough for him to pound onto you at the pace that he set.
His cock stretched you to the brim, and tears swelled in your eyes as you struggled to take every single one of his inches.
You were snapped back into reality again by the silver. The metal swinging side to side, hitting your face in time with each delicious thrust into your cunt.
“Caleb…” you whimpered, his name the only thing that your mind could conjure.
“Yes, honey?” Caleb smirked as he saw your fucked out expression. The way your hair was a mess, the way you couldn’t even control the direction of your legs as he rutted into you. The way your tits bounced as he held your arms tight over your head.
“Feels s-so full.” You trembled, failing to hold back the tears welling in your eyes.
i will say that seung not realizing until a little later that hyun and in going with him to eat meat late at night was because they were worried about him and wanted to be there for him rather than them just really wanting to eat meat like he originally thought is...
he probably thought that hyun and in went with him to busan when he was supposed to go pitch for the lotte giants was because they like baseball and not bc they wanted to be there for him
note: thank you again for 3K followers, my cuties!! i’m sorry this isn’t a longer fic like i usually do, but i still hope you love it! short & sweet, but fun & sexy ;)) i’m so thankful for every single one of you. 4ever & always 🫶🏽 okay, i’ll leave you to it. MWAH!!!
contains: caleb/f!reader/sylus, filthy smutty sex, double penetration, cockwarming, spit, cum & pussy eating, overstimulation(?), brat taming(?) i think that’s it
“this is all you needed, isn’t it kitten? nngh, shit—such a greedy little thing,” sylus smugly teases through a deep groan, his large hand roughly gripping the flesh of your hip as his thick cock slides in and out of your dripping pussy. instead of giving him a verbal response to interlace with the rhapsody of slapping skin and lewd squelches, you arch your back deeper, work to meet him thrust for relentless thrust as best as your fatigued body will allow, because you’re too busy gagging on caleb’s dick to even attempt anything else.
fresh tears brim on your waterline before spilling over to join the previous that’ve fallen. even more spit than before dribbles out the corners of your mouth as caleb’s pace increases between your puffy lips, leaving a filthy mess that trails down your chin and throat, just barely reaching your bouncing tits. you lazily fist the expensive rumpled sheets and your knees stay braced to the mattress, your already fogged brain growing more and more dizzy from how pathetically drunken you’ve become off the way they claim you so thoroughly.
“d-dont even deserve to be fucked this good with the way you were actin’, do you pips?” you hum around his pulsing shaft as if to tell him how much you really, really do, and look up with a pleasurable exhaustion at your lover whose grip remains firm to your scalp. silently, you admire the dusty pink that blooms across his cheeks and his lips caught between his teeth as he reminds you of your bratty behavior only moments prior to being stuffed so full.
but in truth, how could you ever forget what has brought you such a gratifying “punishment” in the first place?
from the excessive amount of times your eyes irritatingly rolled this evening to the way you talked back with a snappy attitude for reasons they couldn’t identify other than the simple fact that you could, you knew you were on borrowed time until the loves of your life had enough and promptly decided it was time to put you in your place. you also knew, blissfully so, that you weren’t going to be leaving this alaskan king sized bed until they were finished making sure you knew exactly where it was.
“thereee we go. oh, would you look at that, she’s crying just as much as you are,” sylus coos breathlessly with a cocky smirk evident in his tone, firmly grabbing your asscheeks and spreading you open to get a proper view of your twitching cunt suffocating his cock and struggling to hold another load spilled deep. that and your third orgasm of the night makes you flutter your pretty eyelashes up at caleb, your hazy gaze and fucked-out expression sending a tingling sensation to his heavy balls that perpetually tense with an undying urge to be emptied down your tight throat.
your ruby eyed partner’s pace steadily slows before coming to a complete stop as he slowly pulls out of your used hole, dragging along your raw and sensitive walls until your thighs shake, making you mewl meekly from the emptiness.
“don’t swallow,” caleb commands through a moan just before you feel the satisfying hot spurts of his cum on your tongue. the subtle hint of saltiness has you suckling on his flushed tip like a gluttonous sinner, nearly succeeding in sending the whimpering man before you to his knees.
“f-fuck… you like tastin’ me, huh? so hungry for it…” his hips thrust forward a few times before stalling completely just as your other man had done. with his abs flexing, chest heaving, and the hair of his happy trail tickling your nose when he pushes himself deeper to ensure you don’t miss a drop, caleb knows that he’s a man who is exactly where he wants to be.
you’re the perfect representation of a timeless art piece. he wouldn’t dare to want for anything else.
“doin’ so good f’me… c’mon,” he lightly slaps your cheek as his own form of encouragement. “don’t waste it.”
you happily do as you’re told before his barely softening cock sloppily slips out of your mouth, strings of spit being taken with it until they’re forced to break from the separation. that silver necklace you gifted to him all those years ago, it gleams in the same way his violet eyes do in the dim lighting when he grabs you gently by the chin.
“open,” he soothes your aching jaw with his thumb. “lemme see how well you listen.”
shakily following another order and opening your mouth to reveal the pool of his release sitting inside of it, your sopping cunt clenches around nothing as caleb leans down to kiss you roughly, tasting himself and spreading the stickiness along both of your lips until it’s clean and gone.
“you’ve done so well for us, sweetie.” sylus’s tender voice praises you ever so softly. he leans over you and presses a kiss to your shoulder, his warm breath caressing your ear the closer he gets.
“one more, hm?” another kiss. “and perhaps we’ll believe that you’ve truly learned your lesson like you promise you have.”
“i c-cant sy…” you stutter with a shake of your head to accompany it, but that addictive ache in between you legs is advocating for something else. “it’s.. ‘s too much, i don’t think i can…”
“you know what you need to say for this to stop, pipsqueak.” caleb watches as sylus scoops you into his strong arms and sits at the edge of the bed with you in his lap, savoring the sight of the pearly cum leisurely leaking down your inner thigh when your soft legs are spread over sylus’s muscular ones. “but somethin’ tells me that isn’t what you want… you know we’d never deny you. why would we entertain that now?”
“he’s right.” you tremble when sylus presses your back to his front, the cool air against your slick cunt enough to make your nipples even harder with anticipation. the bulbous tip of his cock is teasingly guided in between your slit as he presses more loving kisses to the side of your neck and behind your ear, your head tiredly lolling against him.
exposed and vulnerable is precisely what you were in this moment, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“we’ll take good care of you, don’t worry. you deserve it for holding up so beautifully. even after that nasty attitude you gave us.”
and when your big guy sheathes you once more, deeply settling in your gut until there isn’t anymore room left to spare, all you can do—all you want to do—is take it, savor it. you want to make him prouder than he already is.
“caleb…” you call for him, lids hooded with lust at the glorious sight of him stroking himself. “n-need you, too… want your mouth…”
“seems she’s learned,” he grins, removing his hand and walking up to you with his cock bobbing after every step. “look at you, pipsqueak. usin’ your words like a good girl.”
grasping himself, he runs his thumb over his leaking tip. “of course i’ll give you want you want. just tell me.”
“taste me,” you beg, impatiently humping the man beneath you. “us… taste us…”
sylus and caleb’s eyes meet for a brief moment and when you feel a smile against your skin and see the one caleb cheekily sports, you know that they love the idea just as much as you want it. like you’ve asked, he wastes no time settling in between your thighs, licking the residue left on your bite-marked flesh before burying his face into the place you crave him most.
“hah—!” you gasp, your moans pouring out of you so sonorously that you’d fear a noise complaint if you weren’t in the comfort of your home. caleb sucks your swollen overly-sensitive clit into his mouth, tasting all the activities of tonight gracing his tastebuds. with how he feasts on you and sylus’s cock being warmed by your quivering cunt, you knew it was impossible to last any longer like this.
a hand grabs you by the jaw in guidance, bringing your attention back to him so that he can taste you in a different kind of way. sylus’s tongue tangles with yours in an effortless dance when your neck is craned in a way to give him the access to do so.
his lips are so soft, so, so perfect, and devastatingly inebriating. he kisses you with intent and dedication, an unbridled loyalty and love that you’ve only ever known because of him and one other.
“he’s doing so good for you, isn’t he?” he asks against your mouth, studying you and the way it hangs open slightly with how caleb appeases his insatiable hunger. sylus glances down at his other partner-in-crime in appreciation, running his thumb along his cheekbone.
“he is,” you pant, nodding profusely. “i l-love him… i love you… feel s’good..”
“good, that’s very good. but don’t just tell me, kitten. tell him, too.”
looking down at caleb who sensually observes you both, your pussy lips in the midst of being catered to and sylus’s hand caressing his soft and messy hair tenderly, you’re far too overwhelmed with adoration to focus.
“keep going,” sylus urges him, kissing the back of your neck and tightening his grip in his dark brown strands. “mmph—she’s close again, squeezing me so tight…”
caleb didn’t need to be told twice and from how fast he makes your sweetness pour into his mouth after working you with ease, that is evidently proven true.
“wanna taste?” caleb nuzzles his cheek against you after you fall slack, eyeing sylus almost like a dare while they both give you the chance to recover in between their dialogue.
the silver-haired audacious crime boss has never been one to back down from a challenge. ever. that wasn’t changing.
The most important thing you can do in this life is write hyper-specific fanfiction for you and six other people. Don’t believe anything else you read.
yknow how the greener parts of apple skin are tan lines from where leaves and branches obscure the sun? I’m surprised I’ve never seen anyone utilize that for printmaking
Turns out my boyfriend has never heard of Bigfoot so all this time he's just assumed I've been running a foot fetish blog and apparently just accepted that without question
