"I'm back!" you announced once you step foot into your shared apartment. Completely drenched and cold from the sudden downpour outside, remembering that you totally forgot to check the weather forecast today.
"Fuck, I'm so wet. I'm literally dripping on the floor", you complained as another wave of shiver went down your spine from the cold air touching your skin. You strud your way through the living room after kicking off your shoes and promising yourself to clean it later.
On the other hand, your roomate, Keeho is completely dry and comfortable lounging on the couch with another movie playing on the TV screen.
"That's what she said", he quipped, finding humor in what happens to be the most miserable part of your day, week even.
Annoyed but somehow amused by how fast he came up with his remark, you throw your purse to his direction, successfully hitting him square on the shin, laughing when you heard him groam in pain and yell out "I'll get back to you later!", all while trying to go to your bedroom as fast as possible.
Keeho has been a great friend of yours since sophomore year of college, after he was introduced as a transferee, having quite a lot of similar interests and perspectives in life.
Being an exchange student yourself, you both shared experiences and situations that made you feel immediately at ease with him. So right after you graduated, he suggested the idea of sharing an apartment to lessen both of your financial burdens.
While it helped you in so many ways, it also brought you as much disadvantages. Friends have been saying that you and Keeho looked good together and you'd be lying if you said he haven't thought of him in that way before. Sharing classes with him back then was already too much for your poor heart, what more now that you're living under the same roof.
The attraction has always been there, but you both explicitly agreed to keep things family-friendly since day one, just so it wouldn't ruin the living situation. You've always been a little freaked out by how intensely he looks at you, and you always brushed it off. But now, you noticed him getting a lot more buff and his arms gaining a bit too much muscle for your mind to handle.
The carpet-clad floor is soft beneath your feet you stepped into your bedroom, feeling comfort in the space. You immediately stripped off your cold clothes, putting on nothing but an oversized, cozy shirt. With skin still flushed from the cold rain and hair still damp, you reach out for your hair dryer when a knocking sound cuts through its whirring sound.
"Figured you might need this," Keeho walks further inside your room to hand you a dry, warm towel straight from the dryer. You raise your eyebrows at him.
"Did you put something on it?" you teasingly ask, widening your eyes to him and displaying an exaggerated expresion he could only read as suspicion.
He scoffs loudly and puffs his chest—much to your satisfaction—eyes lingering a minute too long on him.
"I'm just being a good roommate, as usual," but then his eyes land on your form—soft, shivering, and so vulnerable from the harsh weather outside—the playful glint in his eyes immediately vanishing.
Your heart starts beating faster as he steps into your space. Keeho doesn't hand you the towel, instead, he continued closing the proximity between you. Nervous laughters leave your lips as Keeho's musky natural scent fills the air around you. Tilting your chin up, your eyes lock onto his, a sharp inhale getting caught in your throat as you scan his face for a hint of unseriousness, only to be met with none.
"You know, I've been trying to restrain myself around you, doing anything to stop these thoughts..." Keeho starts, eyes trailing down to your face—the glazy eyes looking up at him, the slope of your nose, the soft curve of your lips—then he continues, "...but I don't think I'll be able to control them tonight."
Your mind reels with questions, making you feel overwhelmed with everything and instantly making you lose your focus on what you're supposed to do. The hair dryer is no longer in your grasp as Keeho puts it down on your dresser along with the towel he was supposed to give you, effectively closing the space between you even more.
The space around you suddenly feels a bit too stuffy, Keeho's scent filling your senses. The warmth radiating off his body suddenly becoming too hot even when he's barely grazing yours. His gaze suddenly making you feel shy and small. Restrain himself from what? Thoughts about what?
The man in front of you doesn't let you drown in your thoughts for too long, careful hands raising to touch your face gently. You feel a bit of trembling and you wonder if it's from the effort of holding back or merely from the nervousness in doing the action. This became your answer. He's attracted to me too.
Heaven knows how long you've spent every night trying to convince yourself that you're just touch deprived, and that Keeho being attractive—even more attractive—in your eyes is a result of not having enough encounters with men in a non-platonic way. But now you're here, the man you pushed down your feelings for in so long making a move, and you couldn't be more elated.
Weakness spread through your body the moment his thumb grazes your bottom lip. Keeho's dark orbs locks onto yours once again, seemingly asking for permission. You nod stiffly, still not believing the whole situation. Keeho senses your rigid reaction, eyes softening, and doesn't hesitate to communicate with you.
"Hey, we can always stop if you want to." His soothing voice snaps you out of your little bubble, hands coming down to stroke yours softly, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.
"No- I mean, I'm just a bit nervous because I didn't thought this day would actually come."
Upon hearing your words, Keeho is the one raising his eyebrows now. "Actually come? So you've been thinking about it? Thinking about me?" He smirks, finding your reaction amusing.
You try to play it cool. You hope he doesn't notice the way your chest heaves up and down, you hope he doesn't notice that your hands are literally shaking in anticipation—a telltale that will surely let him know that you want this as much as he does, maybe even more, because surely he'll tease you about it later.
"As if I don't see you literally gawking at me everyday. It was honestly kinda creepy—"
The rest of the sentence is stolen from your lips as Keeho's mouth crashes with yours. The sudden warmth of his lips contrasts the chilly air of the room, sending a jolt of heat straight to your tummy.
His hands find their way to your hair, brushing away the strands covering your face. Total silence takes over. The sound of the rain outside vanishes, replaced entirely by the thudding of your heart and the demanding, heavy slide of his mouth against yours.
You moan softly at the feeling of his tongue nudging yours, feeling lightheaded just from a bit of kissing. Pulling away to take a breath, you peer at him through your heavy eyelids.
For Keeho, the sight in front of him was something he wouldn't even dare trade for anything else. Your lips were red and swollen, cheeks in the prettiest shade of pink, and your eyes looking so glassy and desperate for more.
Even without saying anything, he can read you like an open book from all the times of staying together. He knows that you want more, both of you knows that you want to take it further. And so you do.
You grab Keeho's collar and smashes your lips against him again, this time filled with even more passion and longing—asserting dominance with the sudden boost of confidence that came to you. He lets you take control, enjoying the taste of your lips and memorizing the way it feels on his.
Your lips part just enough for him to catch the warm hitch of your breath when he slides his warm hand on the bare skin of your waist. Goosebumps erupt on your skin, feeling sensitive and hot because of the foreugn touch.
"You sure you want this, baby?" Keeho's eyes find yours and search for any signs of discomfort and hesitance. You simply beam at him and nod your head—the action giving him the go signal to continue his ministrations.
He pushes you down to your bed and roams his hands all over your pliant body. You close your eyes, senses heightening at the feeling of his warm hands touching you everywhere all at once. A mewl makes its way out of your mouth the moment he grabs your breasts and squeezes then pinching your hard nipples between his fingers.
"You feel so soft, so perfect in my hands." Keeho buries his face in the crook of your neck and inhales, his hair tickling your jawline as his mouth leaves a trail of burning, open-lipped kissing along your pulse point. Your fingers lock tightly onto his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt bunching in your fist as a low groan rumbles against your collarbone, his entire body weight settling over yours like a heavy blanket.
His hands continue to trail down and eventually stops at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and making you rid of it. The next thing you hear is a loud swear from him, followed by a groan as you feel his hips unvoluntarily buck up against your bare thigh at the sight.
Your soft, smooth skin, all bare for him to see and admire. The perfect shape of your waist, the dip of your hips, and your plush thighs—closed in an attempt to hide your glistening folds to him. Keeho spreads your legs open, sight immediately focusing on your dripping cunt, pulsing and begging for him.
He takes his hand, his long warm fingers gently parting your folds to expose the most sensitive part of you, stopping just a moment to admire the view gracing his eyes.
A sharp, breathless sound breaks from your throat, the sound echoing loudly in the quiet room as his thumb draws a slow, teasing circle on your clit. Yout hips involuntarily stutter upward, seeking more friction from his hands, but Keeho doesn't give in just yet. He chuckles against your bare collarbone, the sensation making you shiver.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his deep voice thick with a dangerous mix of lust and awe. "So eager for your roommate. Where'd all that banter go, hm?"
Tilting your head back into the mattress at the overwhelming feelings crashing down on you—the subtle pleasure, his breath fanning your skin, the words that came out of his mouth—making you even more needy for the man on top of you.
You simply whine out as a response, mind far too foggy to utter a proper sentence. Upon hearing your lack of words, he slaps his hand down your pussy, a squelching sound resonating in the thick air. A loud cry escapes your mouth at the action, thighs immediately closing only to be forced open by both of his hands.
"You gotta use your words, baby. We don't want you getting punished, right?" Keeho's words quickly emit an answer from you, your mouth instantly spewing out half-coherent sentences that your brain is currently only capable of.
"Yes, yes— 'm sorry. Need you so bad, please—" you feel tears pricking your eyes, feel your body shake from anticipation and need, yet you can't do anything but lay useless while Keeho does absolutely nothing to ease you. He smirks at your state, feeling pride that he finally got you where he wanted—under him, all pliant and ready to take anything he's willing to give.
He inserts two fingers in your cunt to cut off your rambling, slowly pushing them in and letting you adjust to the stretch. He uses his other hand to cradle your jaw, thumb rubbing your cheek gently as he mutters out encouraging words to you while establishing a slow, agonizing rhythm with his fingers.
"That's it, baby. I can feel you suck my fingers in, so tight for me." he says as he pumps his finger in faster, picking up the pace when he sees your face contorting in pleasure. You hips buck up to meet his hand, and for some time, he lets you. Waves of pleasure fill your veins and you feel hot all over—so sensitive between your legs that you know you're not gonna last for long.
Keeho lets you chase your high, fingers still keeping its quick pace as he relishes your reactions to his touch. Not until he notices your body twitching and your chest heaving a bit more quickly than earlier, taking out his fingers and settling it flat on your stomach.
You whine and beg him to continue, hovering right on the very edge of sweet release. Keeho leans down, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips as he whispers, "Tell me you don't care about the rules anymore," he demands softly, "Tell me you want me to take everything."
"F-fuck the rules," you cry out, completely breaking under his gaze as you fist your hands into his hair, pulling him down into a bruising, breathless kiss. "I want you, Keeho. Please, I want you."
The admission is barely off your tongue before his control completely snaps.
Keeho doesn't waste another second. He withdraws his fingers from your body only to shift his weight, his hands locking onto your hips with a bruising grip that pins you firmly to the mattress. In one swift, heavy thrust, he drives his length entirely inside you, burying himself to the hilt.
The sudden fullness forces a loud, shattered scream from your lips, your eyes widening in pure ecstasy as he fills you completely. The friction is immediate and white-hot. He doesn't give you time to adjust, locking his ankles with yours and launching into a frantic, demanding pace that turns the entire room into a blur of heat and sound.
Every thrust is deep, relentless, and filled with the built-up longing of the past twelve months. The headboard of your bed thuds rhythmically against the wall, completely drowning out the storm outside. You can only cling to his broad shoulders, your weak knees shaking as he drives you higher and higher, his chest heaving against yours, skin sliding against skin in a heavy, desperate rhythm.
"You're mine," Keeho growls, his filter completely gone as he buries his face in your neck, biting softly at your pulse point to anchor himself as his pace turns chaotic, fast, and unyielding. "You've always been mine."
The overwhelming pleasure peaks rapidly, radiating outward until your entire body goes taut. With a final, deep thrust from Keeho, your walls clamp down tight around him, and you completely unravel, a loud, breathless cry tearing from your throat as a shattering climax washes over you in violent waves. The sheer friction of your release pulls Keeho right over the edge with you—his head drops back, a low, guttural groan ripping from his chest as he spills himself deep inside you, his body shuddering violently as he holds you as close as physically possible.
The frantic beating of your hearts slowly replaces the silence of the bedroom, your heavy breathing gradually slowing down as the intense haze begins to clear.
Keeho doesn't move away. He stays settled heavily between your thighs, shifting just enough to rest his forearms on either side of your head so he doesn't crush you. His hair is completely messy, his chest still heaving, but the intense, lustful gaze from earlier has softened into something incredibly tender.
Slowly, he leans down, planting a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and finally your swollen lips.
"Well," he murmurs, a breathless, familiar smirk slowly returning to his face as he tucks a damp strand of hair behind your ear. "Rent negotiations are going to be a lot more interesting starting tomorrow."
You let out a weak, tired laugh, your arms looping loosely around his neck to pull him down against your chest. "Shut up and hold me."
"As you wish, roommate," he whispers, wrapping his large arms securely around your waist and pulling the cozy blanket over both of your tangled bodies, finally letting the quiet safety of the room take over.
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clubs aren't really your thing. the loud music, sweaty bodies, and starngers making out everywhere. that's why you don't really know how you ended up sitting on a table with strangers as your friends dances away on the dance floor. you looked down at the drink in your hand and slowly swirl the glass you're holding— a simple margarita for a simple lady like you. a classic, you could never go wrong with it.
you look around the club lit with neon lights, it was dark but not dark enough for you not to catch the guy wearing an all black outfit. he looks so much like your type that you almost couldn't believe your eyes when he caught you staring at him. the man had pretty eyes, a prominent nose, plump lips and his shoulders are unexpectedly wide for someone with a lean body frame. you catch him staring back at you and notice that he whispered something to the man next to him, which you assume is his friend.
your mind started to race and your heartbeat quickened as the man starts to walk to your direction, and that's when you realize that you've seen him somewhere in your campus. you try to remember when and where you saw him before he grabs your attention when he stops right at your table.
"hey, do you mind dancing with me?" he says with a nice smile, one that is very much fitting to his face, making you think he's a gentleman from the way he looks and approaches you. so you really couldn't remember how and when lust started taking over the both of you and how you ended up in your current situation.
bodies pressing against each other, lips gasping for air as you relish the way he sucks and nips on the sensitive skin on your neck. you really didn't expect that you would be in such a scenario after dreading the fact that you were about to go to a club earlier tonight, but you thank you friends silently for forcing you to be here, even if they had to basically drag you out of your shared apartment.
all thoughts blur away as your mind becomes clouded with pleasure the moment you feel his teeth biting the flesh behind your ear lightly. jiung, his name you learned just after locking the door to the bathroom, was a man that you wouldn't expect to be all tatted up, especially when he seemed like the type to be prim and neat when you met him minutes ago. yet here he is, all bare in front of you to behold and ogle at. intricate designs adorned his smooth skin and it awakened something inside you, heat gathering between your legs and you can practically feel yourself drip from wetness. jiung hurriedly pulls down the zipper of your dress and grumbles out a low groan when he sees that you're not wearing any undergarments—no panties, no bra, completely bare open and ready for him.
"shit, pretty, you really wanted for this to happen, hm?" jiung takes one of your soft breasts to his mouth and starts sucking agressively. you moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair before tugging it, which elicited a groan that vibrated against your chest.
"no...didnt think that i'd actually get laid tonight- fuck, friends even had to drag me out." your lips part open, letting out a soft gasp when he detaches his mouth from your chest and replaces it with his hands— rubbing one of your nipples with his thumb and pinching it, your body twitching at the change of sensation. not knowing what to do with your hands, sliding your fingers through his soft, dark locks before clamping down and tugging it. he stares at your face, observing your fucked up state just from merely a bit of making out and boob sucking. that's when the man knew, this night would be a fun and long one.
jiung goes back to sucking on your neck, seemingly making sure to leave marks all over before pausing, his breath tickling the reddened skin there. "just couldnt help it, you know. not when you sat there looking all pretty, ready for anyone to take." he breathes out on your neck which you reply with a soft whine, his words getting into your head as your body grows taut, chest gravitating to him, hoping, wanting to feel more of his touches.
he pushes you to the back of the bathroom door before turning you around to face it, tugging you hair to make your back arch beautifully for him. he can tell how needy you are based on your movements— skin flushed, chest heaving up faster than before, and eyes closed in bliss. the man behind you pulls down the pretty dress completely off of you and leaves it pooling around your feet. with your patience wearing out, you pathetically let out a needy whine when you feel his hands pull off you, veins immediately rushing with exitement the moment you hear his belt clink. unfortunately for you, all giddiness went down the drain as soon as you feel him tangle his belt around your wrists, securing it with ease before pulling and making sure you can't move them at all.
jiung slides down rough hands all over your body, feeling pride in seeing you all at his mercy, ready to just take everything he'll give you. large hands slowly roam on your hips, giving a slight squeeze before halting near where you need him most. you feel your hips buckle involuntarily as he carefully touches your clit, circling it gently and temporarily easing the ache.
he bends his body over yours to pepper hot kisses on your neck, sighing as he breathes in your sweet scent, skin glowing from the sheen layer of sweat. jiung doesn't waste any time when he feels you rock against his hand again, immediately going into action. you gasp as he dips one finger in your dripping cunt and slides it in and out immediately, not even giving you time to get used to the feeling. you moan loudly at the sudden penetration, back arching more as you feel his long, thick fingers move inside you. your mind was reeling at how good it feels when he's barely touching you.
blissful mewls come out of your mouth as jiung continues his ministrations on your wet pussy, squelching sounds and heavy breathing echo in the bathroom, reminding you once again that you're in a public place and could be heard by anyone passing through. and somehow, that turns you on even more.
jiung uses his other hand to draw circles on your swollen clit again, forcing a moan of his name out of you. he pumps his finger faster and curls them on the perfect spot that no on has ever reached before, not even you. it had your mind reeling as a new wave of pleasure washes all over your body.
"yes, please. just like that." you breathlessly said, turning you face from the door to look on the bathroom mirror beside you. you bit your lip as you get a view of everything, making your pussy wetter. jiung has his eyebrows furrowed, a smirk plastered on his lips and muscles were very much bulging from the effort. his gaze dark and somehow looks primal as he focuses on his ministrations to your body.
you sigh when he adds a second finger inside you, immediately finding that one spot thay makes you see stars. you helplessly drop your head against the door and groans when he pumps his fingers faster, making your knees shake and grow weaker. the man behind you seems to notice it and slows down his pace, you groan and try to rock you hips back at his fingers for more stimulation, chasing the source of pleasure. but all you could do was let out a whine when you feel him pull his fingers out completely, looking back at him with a face he can only comprehend as frustrated.
jiung chuckles upon seeing your expression, enjoying the way tears were forming around your eyes for being denied of your release. "you close already, pretty? i just used my fingers and you look like you're close to losing your mind already." he turns you around to face him, making you look when he puts his slicked up fingers into his mouth and sucks it clean, the gesture making you realize how dirty the whole situation was. you, naked in a club bathroom with a stranger who's about to fuck you. you were never really into having sex in public places but now that you're experiencing it, you get why many people find this hot.
your eyes once again landed on his beautiful pale skin tinted with black ink, you wanted to glide your hands through the expanse of his wide shoulders, his chest, and his clothed cock bulging inside his pants, but then you remember that you're tied up with his belt. you arch your back for him again, quietly letting him know what's on your mind— hands wriggling against the restraint of the black leather.
the man seems to read your actions and says, "you can't touch me yet, pretty. you have to earn it first," and before you know it, you are forced to your knees on the cold, dirty bathroom floor, face to face with his crotch. jiung reels in the fact that he could get you so obedient for him, that he can make you desperate to be fucked. your eyes were glistening and hazy— looking so, so close to being fucked out.
he hurriedly unzips his pants and lowers down his boxers, his big hard cock springing out and stopping just right under his belly button. it was long and thick, a bit red at the tip, with veins all around it. you look up at him and try your best to look convincing as you silently ask for his permission. he looks down at you and swears quietly. he had never seen someone so pretty on their knees and their hands tied behind, taking time to memorize the visual before taking his cock in one hand and slapping it against your lips, urging you to open it.
wanting to be good for him, you immediately drop your jaw open and slowly blink up at him, fluttering your lashes as you do so. with a low swear, he puts his hot cock in, both of you sighing in content when it enters your warm, awaiting mouth. you let his cock sit heavy on your flattened tongue allowing you to taste his precum. a muffled moan comes out of you, the vibration making jiung curse again and breathe out a deep groan.
"fuck, baby. you take me so well, no? it's like your mouth was made for me," he says as he slowly pulls out his cock and start rocking his hips into your mouth. his hand gathers your hair up and uses it as leverage to pound his cock more forcefully into your pliant mouth. you try your best to keep breathing through your nose, already feeling lightheaded from the lack of air flowing through your lungs. jiung doesn't seem to care as he simply thrusts his cock lower and deeper down your throat, making you instinctively swallow around him. he lets out the loudest moan you've ever heard from him, the sound alone driving you to do your best and just take all of him in despite the burning in your throat. you look up at him and see his face scrunching in pleasure. mouth agape and gasping for air, your chest swells at the sight.
"feels good baby, you feel so good around me." jiung mumbles with his raspy voice, making you feel hum in appreciateion around his cock, unknowingly rubbing your legs together to create some kind of friction as you once again notice the wetness between your thighs.
the man above you was quick to notice. he completely halts your movement and pulls your head away from him, making you release his cock. you open your eyes and look up at him, confused as to what made him stop you when he was clearly enjoying every bit of it.
"you're a really needy thing, aren't you? rubbing your thighs together when you're supposed to be focused on sucking my dick," jiung raises one of his eyebrown when he sees you tearing up from his words. your heart was thumping loudly in your chest, suddenly nervous from his vocal tone, tears welling up once again. you try to open your mouth and explain yourself but all he does was cut you off with a laugh that makes you feel even more humiliated at your state— messy hair, smudged makeup and tears ready to fall, and he almost felt sorry for you, almost.
"since you're already so eager to be fucked, why don't we do just that, hm?" his sharp voice cuts through the heavy air and you didn't have any time to process anything before you suddenly found yourself bent over the bathroom sink, facing the mirror and feeling the cold sink against your heated skin. jiung tugs your hair back again and forces you to look at your reflection. he puts on an expression that you could only register as teasing as he makes eye contact with you on the mirror.
"look at you, pretty. all sad and desperate for some cock. isn't that pathetic?" he asks you with a mocking pout displayed on his lips. barely understanding what he said, you nod at his words despite your mind really focusing on the fact that his fat tip is pressing on your entrance— ready to go inside anytime. heat spreads in your tummy and you feel more wetness gush out of your hole at his words.
"please let me cum, jiung. fuck me already, please. i wanna feel you," you mumble out pleas and begs while subtly rutting your hips against his. and you hope that he feels pity and finally put his hard cock inside you and fuck you until you cum. your mind cloudy— full of lust and desperation after being denied and humiliated.
sadly for you, the man in question decides to just tease you a hit more. "oh? pretty girl is begging for my cock? you already had it earlier but then you decided to be a brat and be impatient. do you think that you deserve it after that?" jiung says as he rubs his cock up and down to edge you even more, making your knees buckle from the pent up pressure between them. you moan loudly when you feel him circle your clit with his tip and at this point, you completely lost all feeling on your legs, it was almost as if they were numb and the only sensation you can feel right now is the heat between your legs.
you look up at him through the mirror. feeling defeated, glassy tears finally fell from your eyes. running down your cheeks and ruining your makeup even more. you kept on whining and pleading until you suddenly feel jiung push his cock inside in one go. you let out a loud curse before eventually splurting out moans and mumbles of his name.
without even giving you time to adjust to his length and thickness, he speeds up and pounds his cock in and out of you powerfully— making you dig your fingers in your palms behind your back, still restrained from his belt. his large hands grab your hips and pull you back to him. jiung then puts a hand on your lower back, pushing you down to arch your back even more, making his cock hit the perfect spot inside you.
your mind was all over the place. the sound of skin slapping, heavy breathing, and low groans from jiung occupying your head. your moans and whines were getting louder as he continues to abuse your cunt, a white ring forming around his cock— a mixture of both your arousals. feeling sensitive to every touch, your body flinches and squirm beneath him, once again feeling your orgasm coming. the man pounding into you notices and drives his hips even harder and faster, also desperate for release.
"jiung, please let me cum. i can't hold it in anymore. please‐" you beg once again as new tears find their way down your face. incoherent words spewed from your lips, feeling overwhelmed with all the pleasure and stimulation going on.
jiung reaches one of his hands to your neck and squeeze, successfully cutting your oxygen supply low. he comes down next your face and says "look at you pretty, waited all this time just to cum. think you finally deserve it?" his raspy voice cuts through the echoes of vulgar sounds in the bathroom, making you open your eyes to meet his. you nodded frantically, wanting to cum.
"yes, please. i deserve it, waited for so long..." you said breathlessly, doing your best to appeal with tear streaks on your face and more whines coming out of your mouth. jiung takes one final look at you, eyes greedily taking in your reflection— arched back, pretty face all messed up and twisiting in bliss, before finally giving in. you feel your high build up even faster as his hand releases your neck only to go down to your clit and rub it harshly. "cum," was all jiung said before you finally let go— moaning so loudly, blurting out mumbles of "thank you" as you see flashes of white behind your eyes at the intensity of the pleasure after being denied.
deep gutteral groans and curses fall out of jiung's lips as he also releases inside of you, hips stilling and pushing even deeper into your pussy, painting your walls with his warm cum. he thrusts shallowly to prolong the stimulation and to slowly ride both of your highs a bit longer. head still spinning, your body jerks away from his touch and you hiss at the overstimulation, but you were to fucked out to even complain.
jiung gently pulls out after a few seconds and carefully untie your wrists. softly rubbing the sore skin. he slowly helps you up, taking into consideration that you're still sensitive. he places you on the sink properly, brushing strands of your hair away from your face to meet your glazed eyes. he smiles softly at your disheveled appearance.
"hey, are you okay?" rubbing your hands with his thumb, he asks. his pretty eyes scan your face for any discomfort, a bit worried at your lack of response. one of his hand come up to your cheek, gently wiping away the tears. that seemed to be your queue to snap back to reality, glassy eyes slowly regaining focus as you get back your consciousness.
"hi. yeah, i'm good. actually that was amazing. " your said, voice still raspy and body still feeling the aftersex sensitivity hit you. jiung relaxed at your words, shoulders visibly releasing tension. he nods at you and turns around to gather both of your clothes before helping you wear your dress and putting on his clothes himself. making you think how much of a gentleman he actually is, a huge contrast from the man who fucked you rentlessly earlier.
"so- uhm, do you mind doing this again?" jiung hesitantly asks, like he's scared he'd get rejected, which made you chuckle because in what world would you not do this again? when he's given you the best orgasm you've ever had for so long and even took care of you after it. the man you're talking to widens his eyes when he hears you chuckle, already saying reassuring things— that "it's okay if you don't want to" and that he's "not forcing you at all."
you cut him off as you pull his face close to you and locks your lips in a kiss. you feel him smile and sigh into the kiss, all of his worries goging away as he melts into you. your hand comes up to his hair and tugs, jiung grunting in response. you pull back to breathe and look at him. his eyes were glinting with glee and he was beaming at you, making you smile at him too, clearly feeling giddy at the whole situation.
both you chat for a little while in that small bathroom before deciding to walk out of the place with jiung's hand clasped in yours and his cum still inside you.
author's note: this is literally a thing i wrote at 11pm when i saw a post on x about jiung having a tattoo all the way down his back. didn't really turn out the way i wanted to but i hope you guys still like it! don't forget to press "♡" and reblog, it means a lot to me :)
convenience store worker shota x f!reader
✶ fluff. strangers. organic encounter. slightest bit suggestive. cursing. no use of y/n
wc! 850
♫ safe in your skin - title fight
“It was sunny like ten fucking minutes ago.”
You attempted to find shelter, going under the roofs of random houses, clutching your valuables to your chest. You’re soaking wet at this point, your top basically transparent, along with the thin pants—slowly, but surely slipping from the weight of the water. You tried to venture somewhere with more overhang—until you spotted it, the light at the end of the tunnel, a busted-up convenience store. Perfect.
You half-ran over the slick street, not caring about softening your steps to lessen the splashes, already decided that your shoes weren’t worth keeping. You shook yourself off, akin to how a dog would after a bath; there was no shame in it now. The wind chimes alerted the sole worker to another's existence. The mildly yellow fluorescent lights only worsened your sight—it was a tiny store, probably barely able to hold five people at once. Indoors, the sound of the rain deafened, instead, replaced by the constant hum of the air conditioner. Your feet dare not move from the old doormat.
The squeak of the cold metal stool piqued your ears. The brown-haired man stood up from his seat, meeting the one other person in the store with a hesitant expression.
“Welcome to P1 convenience stor–are you okay?”
His voice was soft, drowned out slightly by the heavy downpour, but you try your best to be attentive to his words.
“Uh, yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”
Goosebumps adorned your skin; the endless cold air seemed to wrap around your body.
“Do you have any tissues? A towel, maybe? Do you guys sell clothes?”
His eyes widened, mouth partly agape, searching for anything that could help to ease your situation, quickly racking his mind on the store’s inventory.
“All we have are facial tissues. Is that okay with you?”
You nodded, arms wrapped around your chest now, starkly aware that he can practically see your innerwear. The cashier gently hands you the tissues, and you do quick work to try to dry yourself off.
He stood about two feet away from you, observing your every move, waiting for you to ask for any more assistance.
“Do you live far?”
You looked up at him, taking the time to acknowledge the man helping you. Luck had its way with playing with you; he was…attractive. Clothed in a thick black crew neck, a thick silver chain, the store’s pink vest, and blessed with the kindest eyes you have ever laid your own on.
You turned away instinctively before answering, feeling a sense of embarrassment, knowing how disheveled you looked right now.
“I think it’s a ten-minute walk from here.”
The rain roared in thunder, its pitter-patter hitting the concrete harder now as you looked outside through the dirty glass panes.
“I don’t think the rain is stopping anytime soon.”
“I can give you my umbrella.” He replied with no hesitation.
“No, it's fine. I'll wait it out.”
Both of you stood at a standstill. He stares at you for a while, not uttering a word. He thought about it for a moment, looking at the off-white ceiling before turning his attention back to you.
“Wait here.”
The man leaves briefly, disappearing into the employee-only section. You started to walk around the convenience store, finally able to move around without leaving a trail of rainwater everywhere. You paused in your perusal when you heard the door open. In no time, he placed a dark gray jacket around your shoulders, his big hands grounding you in place.
“You can have it.”
You faltered, feeling overwhelming appreciation for the stranger you met not even thirty minutes ago.
“What days are you working here so I’ll know when to give it back?”
“You can keep it.”
The water from your top began to transfer onto the jacket, leaving some spots a darker shade of gray.
“My shirt is still wet, I don’t want to ruin your clothes.”
“You can take it off. You’ll catch a cold if you keep it on any longer.” He gave you a kind one-sided smile, the sides of his eyes creasing in the process.
“I promise I won’t look.”
Before you know it, you’re hunched under the counter, stuffing your soaked shirt in the store’s branded plastic bag. His jacket smelled of oak and laundry detergent, soft enough but thick enough that it restored some heat. You perked up, interested in seeing what the man was doing. He paces around in circles at the back end of the store, fidgeting with his hands like he’s neither sure where to look nor where to go. You crouched back down, finishing zipping up before fully standing up again. You don’t even know his name, and you’re wearing his goddamn jacket. He turned away and even covered his eyes with his hands. Cute.
“You can look now, y’know.”
You walked up to him, the day turned into night as the sun began to set, illuminating his face with a warm glow.
“What’s your name, kind stranger?”
“...Shota.”
The storm has stopped now, but you take no action to leave his side.
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Could you write something for Takki where he is shopping with his baddie gf and he just looks so scrumptious w the outfit she picked so she has no choice but to pull him back into the cabin and kisses him stupid and leaves like nothing happened 💋💋
ᝰ.ᐟ couldn’t help it || intak
synopsis | sometimes you just can't help yourself when your boyfriend looks that good
You stand in front of the mirror outside the changing room, fixing down your hair as you wait for Intak to change into the outfit you picked out from him.
“You don’t think the pants are too baggy?” Comes Intak’s voice from the other side of the door amongst the ruffling of clothes.
“That’s why we’re trying them out, Takki.”
“I’m just saying, they’re baggier than I normally go for,” he mumbles from the other side before you hear the door unlock.
You quickly move towards the door, eager to see your idea finally come to life. “Hurry, I wanna see!” You urge when he stalls.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!”
Then he finally steps out and you blanche. The pants are a bit baggy but they do wonders for his shape where they hug him nicely at the waist, the cropped tank shirt only accentuating it more. The cropped jacket gives him an arrogant flare that only adds to his stupidly good looks.
He holds his arms out in a t-pose before he does a little twirl. “Well?” He asks, looking at you with big, curious eyes.
You clear your throat, stepping forward. “Let me just fix this one thing…” You reach for his waist as soon as you’re in proximity before you push him back into the room, kicking the door closed behind you.
“What are— Mmph!”
Your lips are on his before he can get his question out and his back is pressed harshly against the wall, your hands clutching tightly at his waist.
You press harder into the kiss and that seems to finally bring him out of his stupor as he melts into the kiss, his arms going around your waist. He hums as you lick into his mouth, shivering when your fingers trail up his skin under the shirt. He’s so pliant under your kiss, something that makes you want to ruin him on the spot, but you remind yourself that you’re in public as you force yourself to pull back.
You bite down on your lip to stifle your smile at the sight of him— cheeks flushed, lips swollen, and eyes blinking slowly in a daze as he tries to bring himself back into focus.
You pull your hands back to yourself after giving the waistband of his jeans a little tug. “Get them, okay?” You tell him coolly before you slip out of the room, leaving him dazed and blinking uselessly at his reflection.
last week's you would give today's you a big pat on the back for travelling to korea at this time of the year. the temperature is perfect—warm and slightly breezy as spring nears its end. you navigate your way through the busy streets and end up in front of a cozy cafe. harmony cafe, the sign reads, sounds harmonius indeed.
the bells hanged above the door jingles as you make your way in. you look around the small space and see a group of students frowning at something on their laptops, a couple who were taking turns in sipping a drink seemingly new to their taste, and a man who sat on the empty side of the room, in a corner.
taking a few more steps in, your eyes land on the menu, brows furrowing when you read such peculiar names used for drinks. bassline brew, velvet vibrato, and other musical terms you're not familiar with. well, so much for the cafe livng up to its name.
your eyes wander around the space once again, trying to find someone who ordered something that looks good. your eyes stopped scanning and settled on what the man on the corner was holding. perfect, a simple iced coffee, exactly what you need on a warm day. you're not sure what takes over you but before you knew, you were walking over to the man on the corner and asking what he was drinking.
"hey, sorry to bother you but your coffee looks perfect. do you mind telling me what your order is?" the tone of your voice was soft, scared to bother the man in front of you but still desperate to know the name of his coffee despite it probably being strange.
the man looks up from his phone and beams brightly. you were both relieved and confused. relieved because he obviously doesn't look annoyed and confused as to why he was smiling so hard at your face when you just asked him a question. you guess it's something about koreans' hospitality that was peeking through.
"hi, i think its called beat drop or something. it's really good," he said, looking at you and nodding his head like he's proving a point. you blink. beat drop? is he for real? wouldn't that be awkward to say when you make your order?
"uh..is that really the name?" you hesitantly asked. you knew the drinks had weird names and you already expected it to be extraordinary just from the brief scan from the menu earlier. but you've never thought it'd be as ridiculous as beat drop.
the man chuckles at your expression, finding your confusion amusing. "yeah, strange name right? it's just how they name their drinks. and trust me, it's the best seller here, you should give it a try." he encourages you and suddenly you notice how attractive this man is. his eyes were slightly upward, his cheekbones were prominent, and his lips had a defined cupid's bow. you unconsciously stared at him and snaps out of it, pretending to think and contemplate about buying the drink or not.
he cocks his head to the side, oddly reminding you of a puppy. and you think, yeah i should give it a try. your head is already nodding before a word comes out of your mouth. you say a quick "thank you" to him and start walking but then you feel a hand grab your wrist.
"you can seat here if you want to. my name's intak." he offers, giving you another smile that made your heart stop for a split second. without a second thought, you nod, showing him your own smile before turning around and walking over to the counter.
last week's you would've given today's you two solid pats on the back for travelling to korea at this time of the year and meeting a cute boy to drink your strangely named coffee with.
author's note: it's my first time writing in sooooo long and i've decided to post it here on my newer account. please take time to press "♡" and reblog. thank you!
synopsis: the love that blooms under the hot cebu sun.
pairing: intak x fem!reader
genre: fluff, slice of life, est. relationship
words: 1,3k
cw: not proofread
author's note: i couldn't help myself after seeing intak's last instagram post
it’s almost too beautiful to be true.
the sun is beaming down on you, warming your sunscreen-covered skin, the rays reflecting from the sand beneath your feet so brightly you have to squint. the beach is empty except for you. the air smells like salt, seaweed, and pure, undisturbed peace that slowly fills every nook of your body as you spread out on your towel and lean back on your hands.
the thin fabric of your sundress hugs your body just enough for comfort while still letting the gentle wind graze underneath. your shades are light on the bridge of your nose, the bowl to your side is full of fresh fruit, and your drink is cool and refreshing.
and a few metres ahead of you sits your boyfriend – legs stretched out, tongue peeking out from between his lips, elbows deep in sand as he works diligently on perfecting the complex construction he has spent the last hour or so working on. it seems like there isn’t a single worry in his mind while he pats the castle towers smooth, dipping his hands in the bucket of seawater every once in a while like it’s cement, droplets of sweat shimmering on his bare back. you barely got him to let you put sun protection on him before he dashed towards the waves, but you’re glad you managed because now, hunched over in nothing but a pair of swimming shorts, he’d be burned to charcoal.
with a sigh, you let your arms bend at the elbows and give in under your weight, your body falling back against the towel with a soft thud.
it’s the first vacation you’ve had the chance to take since you and intak got together months ago. your lives have been frantic, especially in the recent weeks – between your job and his comeback on top of the freshly finished world tour, you’ve barely seen each other and have been running on empty, in desperate need of a break.
here, it’s nothing like the uproar of the city back at home – always rushing somewhere, surrounded by the noise of traffic and breathing in exhaustion fumes. you’ve been spending your days lounging in the hotel pool or exploring the city, coming back late in the night only to stay up nearly until sunrise tangled in the king-sized bed in your room.
wherever you look, there’s greenery, water, and amazing food, along with more beaming and welcoming people than you’ve seen in the past few weeks back in the city. it’s incredible. you can feel your muscles relaxing in real time under the heat of the sun, body melting into the sand like the ice cubes in your drink.
then something tall and broad stands in the way between you and the rays.
lifting your sunglasses, you see no one but your boyfriend, grinning down at you with that boyish smile, dimple on display and hands braced on his hips.
“wanna go into the water?” he asks, the excitement evident in his voice.
but you’re immune to those puppy eyes of his. you’re perfectly fine over here – warm and dry. besides, you were at the pool yesterday, and you probably will be again tomorrow. there will be plenty of time to get soaked.
you lie your head back down, sliding your shades onto your nose again. “no. you can go alone, i’ll stay here.”
there’s a moment of stillness after you speak. you can practically see the pout on his lips even though your eyes are closed, but he doesn’t argue, so you think he’s taking a minute to quietly sulk before he accepts his defeat.
you’d think you’d know better by now, though, because right after you finish that thought you’re being scooped up from the towel with a yelp from your mouth, a pair of strong arms holding you in the air under your knees and your back.
“intak!”
the said man doesn’t seem to be bothered by your wriggling, steps even as he carries you towards where the waves are crashing into the sand.
your eyes widen in horror when you realise his intentions, fingers tightening their grip on his tanned shoulder. “no, no, no, don’t you dare–”
your words are cut off by the sound of splashing water as intak very unceremoniously lets go of you, dropping you into the warm water with an amused giggle.
the sudden chill of the water against your heated body sends a shockwave through your system, limbs scrambling to get your head above its level in an instinct. you drag your hands over your face to get the salt out of your eyes and your hair out of your face, lips parted in a breathless, surprised gasp. it takes a solid couple of seconds for your brain to catch up with the fact that you’re waist-deep in the water now when you’ve been peacefully chilling on your towel just a moment ago, eyes darting between your little setup back at the shore, your now-soaked dress, and intak’s shit-eating grin.
“hwang intak!” the tone of your voice is scolding, but you can’t suppress the twitch of the corners of your mouth as you bend over to sink your hand into the water and splash it towards him.
he only laughs in response, his eyes crinkling and arms rising to shield his face from the attack before he copies your move, sending a stream of water towards you.
time slows down like this, the tranquil beach filling with your echoing laughter and playful yells as you fight to cover the other one with more water, despite both of you being already soaked to the bone. your clothes are clinging to your skin and your hair is slicked back, but your faces are flushed with the kind of free happiness you haven't felt in a long while.
finally, in the determination to win, you jump towards him and push against his chest with all the strength you have left. he stumbles, eyebrows shooting up in surprise at the sudden action, his arms shooting out in a reflex to hold onto something before he falls – fingers catching the wet fabric of your dress, and pulling you into him as both of you trip into the water.
you can feel his arms sneaking around your thighs before he stands up again, holding you up, chests flush against each other. your arms come to wrap around his neck, ankles hooking behind his back as you tilt your chin down to look at him. your faces are close enough that every individual lash and freckle is visible to your gaze, and you find yourself at a loss for words, breath catching in your throat.
“we left our things on the beach,” you murmur at last, needing to fill the charged silence more than actually worrying about your belongings. “we should get back there.”
intak’s eyes don’t stray from yours even for one second as he shakes his head. “no one’s here,” he hums, leaning in to brush the tip of his nose against yours, the gesture so intimate and sweet it makes your heart skip a beat.
“it’s just us.”
the next thing you know is that his lips are on yours. they’re slightly chapped from the beat but warm as ever, tasting like saltwater and the fruit you’ve been snacking on earlier as they move slowly, encompassing yours with intoxicating tenderness.
your phone and wallet, your drink, the chill on your spine as the wind brushes your damp skin – none of it matters anymore when he kisses you like you’re his whole world, the only one on his mind even amidst all the beauty surrounding you. like the vacation wouldn’t mean anything without you there.
you’re not sure how much time passes before you break apart for air, still staying as close as you can while your eyes flutter open, gazes softened with affection.
then he whispers an “i love you” into your lips right before taking his hands away from where they’re holding you up, and you fall back into the water.
SUMMARY: When you try to walk out on a fight with your boyfriend but he does what he does best and that’s to kiss it better.
WC: 1.5k words
DISCLAIMERS: smut [minors / ageless blogs dni.] toxic!theo, fingering, oral. (f receiving), porn with plot kinda.. ? p in v, unprotected sex (protect that kitty!!!!), choking, slapping, etc.
Your apartment felt like a pressure cooker, the argument refusing to cool as raised voices gave way to sharper, more deliberate words, each one landing just hard enough to leave you both a little more raw.
It started over something stupid — Taeyang accusing you of flirting with Keeho during a casual hangout, twisting your innocent laugh into something more than it actually was, while you fired back about how he overdramatizes everything and how he’s always messing around with fans since he had the audacity to poke at the topic of loyalty.
But it wasn’t only that — it was also the undercurrent of toxicity, it was easy for him to play at your insecurities while his constant jealousy gets the best of him before you break.
Through it all, you had enough for tonight, so you grabbed your jacket and keys, heading straight for the door, not planning to leave for good, but you just needed space — or at least a walk to clear your head before you say something irreversible.
Taeyang watches you from the couch, his posture lazy but eyes sharp. “Where do you think you're going?” His voice is casual, almost mocking as if he was mock you. He had that irritating smirk already tugging at his lips like he knows this is just another round of your endless game.
“Out.” You mutter, hand reaching for the doorknob, pulse racing with frustration. “I need to get away. This fight is so fucking pointless.”
He stands slowly, unfolding his lean frame with a dancer's grace, crossing the room in a few strides. He doesn't block you outright, but he leans against the doorframe, the smirk deepening into something infuriatingly smug. “Come on, you know you’re not actually upset.” His tone drips with a confidence that makes it seem like he's already won, reading the way your shoulders tense not just from anger but from the pull you feel toward him.
He was so infuriatingly addicting it made your head hot.
You pause, keys jingling in your hand, “Move. I'm serious.”But your voice wavers, and he catches it, his grin widening because he knows the hold he has and he especially knows the way your body always betrays your resolve.
In a blink, he's on you, hands rougher this time as he snatches the keys from your fingers and tosses them across the room with a clatter. His body slams close, pinning you against the door, the hard line of his chest pressing into yours, heat pouring off him like a threat. “Let me fix it.” He murmurs, lips ghosting yours until they’re on you without warning, his tongue forcing its way past your teeth and claiming your mouth in a bruising kiss.
He bites your lower lip hard that it stings, sucking it between his teeth before releasing with a pop, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.
You don't pull away, not caring that the embers of your argument were still burning because the obsessive tug low in your gut made your thighs clench.
His hands yank at your jacket, ripping it off your shoulders and letting it drop to the floor, before shoving under your shirt, nails scraping your sides as he hauls the fabric up and over your head. Your bra's next, snapped open with a flick of his fingers, he palms your tits roughly, squeezing until your nipples harden into aching peaks under his thumbs.
“I love that these will always be mine.” He mutters coldly, pinching one nipple viciously, twisting it while his mouth descends on the other, teeth sinking just shy of breaking skin and tongue lashing the bud in harsh, wet circles that make your knees buckle.
He lifts you by the back of your thighs, hurrying you over toward the couch before he threw you off, forcing you down onto the cushions. “Spread your legs.” He orders, dropping to his knees between your thighs.
His fingers claw at your jeans, yanking the zipper down and dragging the denim off along with your panties in one brutal pull, exposing your dripping pussy to the cool air. You feel vulnerable beyond measure, heart beating relentless with a twisted thrill while he stares at your slick folds, his eyes gleaming with possessive hunger.
“Pathetic how wet you get for me, even when you're pissed.” His hands clamp onto your inner thighs, forcing them apart wide until your muscles strain, holding you splayed open for him. He dives in without mercy, mouth latching onto your clit with a savage suck that rips a gasp from your throat.
His tongue flicks, fast and unyielding, circling the swollen nub before flattening to lap at your entrance, slurping up your arousal like he's starving. Two fingers thrust inside you abruptly, stretching your walls as he curls them deep, hooking against that spongy spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.
He pumps them hard, knuckles slamming against your folds with wet smacks, his free hand digging bruises into your thigh to keep you pinned. You squirmed beneath him, your mouth shaped like an O as your hands gripped the back of his head, yanking his soft hair that you inadvertently tried to pull him off, but you didn’t mean to.
“Take it.” He snarls against your pussy, the vibration of his words sending shocks through your core. He adds a third finger, pounding them roughly to open you wider, his tongue never stopping and sucking your sweet bud harder. His teeth grazed it in mean nips that border on pain, pushing you into a fucked out haze where pleasure blurs with the edge of too much.
Your hips buck involuntarily, chasing the intensity while juices leaked down his hand that was still finger-fucking you. His thumb grinded on your clit now in brutal circles as the feeling builds, your body coiling like a spring about to snap.
“Show me how much you want this.” He demands, voice muffled but commanding, his pace turning punishing.
Your orgasm crashes over violently, your pussy convulsing in sharp spasms, gushing slick that soaks his palm as you scream, back arching off the couch, toes curling into the fabric. He doesn't let up, fingers still thrusting through your climax, drawing out every shudder until you're whimpering, oversensitive and trembling.
Taeyang pulls back finally, rising with that evil smirk plastered on his face, lips glistening with your release. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes locked on yours as he unzips his pants, freeing his cock — the head flushed pink and dripping pre-cum. He strokes it once, roughly, base to tip, letting you see how hard he is from owning you like this.
“Turn over for me.” His tone makes room for no argument as he brings your ass up and stands behind you.
He grabs your hips, poking at you until your pussy is angled perfectly for him. The tip of his hard on nudges your entrance, teasing for a split second before his hand crashes down, a red sting ghosting immediately after.
“Make a sound, and you won’t get to finish.” He says coldly before thrusting in without warning. You whimper out, slapping a hand over your mouth before you shove your head into the couch cushion, obeying his recent demand.
Your walls stretch around his girth, the burn mixing with the fullness in a way thats beyond overwhelming and every inch of him dragged against your sensitive insides. “Still so fucking tight after I just wrecked you.” He hisses, hips snapping forward immediately, no warm-up, just raw, dominant pounding that made the couch creak under you.
His hand finds your hair, pulling you back now and separating you from the pillow that muffled your sweet noises.
He fucks you, owning every single inch. Brutal strokes hit your cervix on every plunge, balls slapping your ass with lewd, rhythmic smacks. Sweat slicks his skin, dripping onto your back as he watches your hands grip the couch as hard as you can. “Nobody can fuck you like I do..” He grunts out — his jealousy still clearly lingering.
Without warning, he pulled out completely — causing you to whine from the sudden absence of his warm cock. “I wanna watch you.” He says coldly, flipping you back over before spreading your legs once more before him.
He grabs you by your throat, pulling you forward to meet you in the middle with a sloppy kiss before shoving you back down, and lining himself back up.
He teased slowly, leaving you begging for more before thrusting forward, watching you take him with a filthy grin on his face.
“Look at you, taking my cock like a good little slut. This is what you walked right into. My dick fixing all your bullshit.”
He shifts his angle, grinding his pelvis against your clit with each thrust, the friction building that insane pressure again. His pace turns erratic, hips pistoning faster, cock throbbing inside you as he chases his own release while forcing yours. “So fucking perfect for me.” He groans, slapping your thigh sharply, the sting making you clench around him involuntarily. Your nails drag down his back, drawing red lines as you gasp in despair, but he just laughs low and mean — thrusting deeper until your vision blurs.
The second orgasm rips through you like lightning, your pretty pussy clamping down on his cock in vise-like pulses, draining him as you wail, body seizing in waves of ecstasy.
He doesn't stop, fucking you through it with relentless drives, his groans turning guttural. “Mine.” He snarls, burying himself to the hilt one final time, cock jerking as he unloads, hot ropes of cum that flooded inside of you. He grinds against you, ensuring every drop stays deep, marking you from the inside.
Panting, he finally stills, cock still twitching inside your oversensitive walls. He drops his forehead to yours, that irritating grin returning as he kisses you possessively, tongue invading once more.
“Feel better?”
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𓆩⟡𓆪 note || literally could not get tank top jiung out of my head so i made a sequel. you can read the first part but this can also be read as a standalone. only proof read once.
Jiung locks the studio door behind him, not giving you even a second to try and escape. “You’ve been acting weird around me.”
You sit there in your chair, your headphones stuck somewhere between your head and your neck as the backing track for your new song you were working on loops through it. All you can do is just stare at Jiung, who’s standing there leaned against the door with his arms crossed, watching you with a stern look, and wearing that same black tank top that has been haunting/seducing you in your dreams.
You stare at him with your mouth agape as you try to adjust your brain to the rapid change in atmosphere. You were just sitting there, jamming out to your new tune, until Jiung rammed his way in and just threw your brain and your ovaries right into the wringer.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, your throat going dry.
He raises a brow at you. “You don’t know what I’m talking about?” He repeats, disbelieving.
You shake your head quickly, trying not to fidget under his intense gaze. He regards you quietly for a moment as he considers his next words. Then he’s standing straight and stalking over to you, slow and calculating.
You feel your limbs lock up again like they always do whenever he gets close.
He stops right in front of your chair and leans down to you, his arms unfolding to place his hands on the armrests of your chair, effectively caging you in.
You wonder if he can hear your pounding heart from this proximity and if he can’t, he should get his ears checked because there’s no way with how hard and loud it’s beating. It gets worse when he leans even further in and then his arm reaches behind you, his face inching closer, and then—
—the music in your headphones cut out. Then it’s deafening silence as Jiung stares right at you and you stare right at him with your face no doubt burning red.
“I think you know,” he says, voice deep and rough.
You can’t stand it anymore. You turn your head to escape his prowling eyes but then his hand is on your chin, turning your gaze back to him. You have to fight the whimper that nearly escapes you; you don’t need any more reason to be mortified.
He watches you and waits for you to say something but when you don’t, he sighs and pulls his hand back. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
You blink, taken aback because that’s not the way you’d explain any of this and you really don’t want him to get the wrong idea. “No!” You say quickly. “No, not uncomfortable… Just…” You trail off, your eyes flicking to the exposed expanse of his broad shoulders.
His hand goes back to its place on the armrest, caging you in once more. “What is it then?” He prods.
The words stumble out before you can stop them. “I like your shoulders.”
Jiung stares at you. Then blinks. Then drops his head down, red hair tickling the tip of your nose as his shoulders start to shake. He’s laughing.
You feel quite offended. He has the nerve to cause you this much emotional turmoil and then laugh at you for it. “Hey!” You shove at his chest but he doesn’t falter. “Don’t laugh at me!”
He lifts his head with a grin on his face and his eyes twinkling with mirth. “That’s what got you acting all weird? I thought I did something to you!”
You did, you want to say but opt to scowl at him instead.
He relents with a chuckle, shaking his head to himself. “Alright, sorry,” he says but there’s still an amused little smirk on his lips as he looks at you again. “Wanna touch ‘em?”
You blink at him. “Huh?” You’re not sure you heard him right.
“My shoulders,” he explains, still smirking. “Go ahead. If you think they’re so nice.”
You narrow your eyes at him. You don’t know what game he’s trying to play with you but if he’s offering you’ll gladly play along.
“Oh yeah?” You ask, placing both your hands on his wrists.
His smile wavers, not having expected you to actually go along with it. But he’s not one to back down from anything, even something as ridiculous as this, so he steels his expression to a challenging one. “Yeah.”
His skin is warm under your palms but you’re not sure if the heat is from your own nerves or from him. Despite your nerves and your hammering heart, you let your hands tread up the lengths of his arms, over the muscled ridges of his biceps, slow and searching.
His smirk is gone, his lower lip caught halfway between his teeth as he stares at you. You try not to melt wither under his careful eyes as your hands make the curve over his shoulders and slide slowly, slowly up the expanse to the base of his neck, past the straps of that cursed (blessed?) tank top. The muscles there are firm and solid as you dig your fingers in just a little along the way.
“Not bad,” you note, feeling a little triumphant at the tinges of red you see crawling up his neck.
“Not bad?” He parrots, eyes now an unyielding heat on you.
You meet his gaze head on. Now that you know you’re having an effect on him just the same as he is on you, you’re not going to back down.
“Not bad at all,” you reply in a honeyed voice, one of your hands sliding up to the nape of his neck and scratching gently into the soft hairs there.
The response is immediate; he takes in a shaky breath and his eyes flutter closed as a short tremor wracks his body.
“Sensitive?” You ask, just a little mocking.
His eyes open back into a narrowed, demanding glare. “What would be better than ‘not bad’?”
Ah, it was his innate need to be more than just good enough that got him so bothered.
You pretend to think about it for a while, humming to yourself as you bask in the way his glare intensifies the longer you take to conspicuously fake-consider.
You hook a finger around the strap of his tank top before tugging it and letting it snap back against his skin. “Take it off.”
You wait with bated breath as he blinks the words into understanding. You’re almost scared you took it too far but then he dropping to his knees and pulling off the wretched shirt in one fell swoop.
And your breath stops.
You’ve never seen him shirtless before. Never seen the smooth pale planes of his skin over taut muscle, the little moles and imperfections scattered over his skin that suddenly makes you want to become a cartographer, the way the flat of his stomach gives way to subtle ridges of what could be a six-pack. And the tattoos. The tattoos that paint him out to be the muse you want to string up and hang on your wall so you could look at whenever you need inspiration for your songs or your dreams.
You can’t help but leer, you don’t even care about the way your speechlessness is fuelling that cocky little grin on Jiung’s face.
“Better now?” He dares to ask.
You don’t bother to answer, fixing him with a glare of your own. “Come here.”
It’s not long before he’s got your sweats strewn to the floor and your panties shoved to the side with his fingers pumping into your dripping heat, tongue circling around your swollen clit as you squirm under him, clinging onto his shoulders; shoulders that are there for your support and your viewing pleasure.
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➻ pairing | barista!jiung x piercer!reader
➻ synopsis | you fumble your shot with the cute barista. wait, is it a fumble if he shows up at your workplace the next day?
➻ details | sfw, fluff, inner dialogue, bad flirting (courtesy of reader), good flirting (courtesy of jiung)
➻ length | 2.8k
➻ requested | yes, ty anon for requesting!
𓆩⟡𓆪 note || yes this entire fic is me simping for jiung. enjoy <3
Really, you shouldn’t be surprised to find yourself walking down the street from your parlor to Choco Chip for the fifth time this week. The coffee’s alright, the baked goods are always a little stale, but hey, it’s only a few minutes down the street from where you work so it's convenient! Also, there’s a really cute barista that makes your coffee but that’s not of much importance.
Alright fine, that’s the only reason you put up with their shitty coffee. You’ve been single for far too long and that boy has been the fuel for your romantic fantasies for the past few weeks. You needed some excitement in your life. Could anyone blame you?
“No,” you huff to yourself as you step into the tiny cafe. There’s only a few people around; a college student camped out in the corner with her Apple ecosystem, an old couple chatting (or arguing) to your left, and one other person in line ahead of you.
And him, in that baby blue apron and tousled red hair peeking from under his cap and that adorable little smile aimed at the customer he’s surely charming up for extra tips. Wait, you halt, he’s working the cash now? That’s rude.
Really, it’s very rude to have such a pretty face work the register. They know what they’re doing, using his pretty face, his glittery eyes, his cute smile to lure in all these poor customers to spend their entire fortune on him because with a face like that and a honey-coated voice, why wouldn’t they? It shouldn’t piss you off that he’s so pretty, it shouldn’t bother you at all that he’s out here just existing, but maybe you’re just bitter that he’s just some random side character in your life and nothing more, but oh, what wouldn’t you do to not have to resort to staring at him like an idiot over the counter as he makes your stale tasting coffee every morning. It’s not fair, it really isn’t, but what were you supposed to do about it? Say something to him besides thanking him for the coffee? This was not the setting for that, he’s a working man! Besides, it would meaning having to hold some capacity of charm that you’re just not sure you carry and he’s far too charming for you to make a fool—
“Are you okay?”
You’re snapped out of your stupor and you realize that pretty-boy-barista has been calling for the next customer, which would be you, and you were just standing there in a fugue state for who knows how long.
“Huh?”
Rage-inducingly-pretty-barista gives you a sheepish smile. “You were sort of glaring at me.”
You feel the blood drain from your face when you realize your inner rage manifested itself outward. “Oh.”
He lets you waffle in silence for a little before showing you mercy, looking just a little disoriented. “Small latte?”
“Yes,” you say, because you can’t speak more than one word apparently. Then your brain catches up. “Wait, how’d you know?”
He’d never been the one to take your order before, it was always the other cashier while sparkly-eyes-barista worked the coffee machine.
“You've been in here a lot recently,” he says by way of explaining. He rings you up then aims that sickeningly sweet smile right at you. He might as well just stab you in the jugular. “That’ll be two-fifty.”
You avoid making direct eye contact with his smile lest it burn your retinas as you scrounge through your wallet for change. You were foolish to think you could ever shoot your shot with a guy like this. You can’t even order a coffee right from him.
The time it takes for him to call your order feels too long and too short all at once.
“Enjoy,” he says as he hands it over to you with that stupid smile.
Like any other sane customer, you take the coffee, take one look at him, say, “You’d look good with a nose ring,” before you tuck tail and leave.
And that is the day you decide you will never step foot into Choco Chip ever again.
You expect that to be your last interaction ever with cute-nose-barista. At least you really hoped it would be. The very last thing you’d expect is for him to show up in the tattoo parlor you work at. Which just so happens to be what ended up, because there he was, standing in the entryway bathed in the sun shining from the shop’s front window, looking like the very embodiment of a sun drop.
He’s wearing a funky looking green and red jacket over a white shirt and jeans with more zippers than the brain cells in your head. It's strange to see him in an unfamiliar element; he’s supposed to be barista boy, but now, here, in his own clothes, with his hair looking like molten gold and his perfect skin reflecting the sunlight back like a pretty-boy-shaped-beacon, he feels far more real than the little romantic side character you assigned him as.
You’re not sure how long you stand there staring at him for. But he seems to enjoy watching you blanch because he’s smiling when he finally speaks up, looking far too entertained for your liking.
“You said I’d look good with a nose ring, right?” He asks, walking forward so he’s only a couple steps away from you. You have to hold back the exhale you almost let out at seeing him so close. “Pierce me up then.”
It takes you a couple beats to find your voice. You’re hoping to whatever god might exist out there that your face is not as red as you fear it probably is. “A piercing? Yeah, I can do a piercing. I just, uh, I have to organize some things— we just opened.” You hate that you’re stuttering through your words but it's nine in the morning and you haven’t had your coffee yet and you really weren’t expecting to be thrown into full blown panic mode first thing in the morning.
You turn and you walk to your piercing station at the back of the parlor. You don’t check if he’s following you before you babble on.
“Usually we only take reservations but you’re lucky, my next appointment just cancelled on me.” You’re going between desks and drawers to gather everything that you need, a little frantic and disjointed. “And, well, you’ve been making me coffee for a few weeks now so I don’t mind making an exception for you.” In your mind, that came out smooth, but when you turn to him, he’s looking at you with a smile that's either amused or uncomfortable from where he’s already sat at the client chair.
“I don’t think that coffee’s anything to write home about,” he dismisses easily as he watches you lay out your instruments on the table beside him.
“Coffee’s coffee. As long as it gets the job done, I don't mind,” you say with a shrug as you disinfect everything. You can feel him watching you but you don’t dare look up. It already feels too intimidating, having him so close to you. He’s about to put his body under your hands too, and you’re a little terrified at the prospect of finally getting to touch him. That’s creepy, you scold yourself.
Not if he’s asking for it.
That’s even worse!
“The coffee connoisseur in me wants to point you towards better options,” his voice pulls you out of war with your inner pervert, “but that would mean you stop coming by mine.”
Your heart leaps up to your throat before you remind yourself he’s just thinking about the business of his workplace.
You turn from him to hide the rising heat to your cheeks as you grab the ring display for him to pick out from. “Why, because I’m a good tipper?”
When you look at him again, he’s got back that amused little smile sitting pretty on his lips. “Something like that,” he says as he takes the display from you.
Your heart tries to climb up your throat again but you swallow it right back down. You can’t figure this guy out— granted, this is your first real conversation with him, but is he purposefully trying to shut your brain down or is that evil in him just natural and can’t be helped?
It makes you want to figure out his brain just a little bit. “So— just so I’m clear— I tell you randomly that you’d look good in a nose ring, and you… decide you’ll get one? Just like that?” You ask as you fiddle open a fresh box of nitrile gloves.
He doesn’t look up as he answers. “Well my friends have been calling me too safe, which I take to mean boring, so I figured I’d do something spontaneous.”
“Like permanently altering your body?”
He looks up and points to his ear. “Wouldn’t be the first time.” It’s only now that you notice he has two silver rings on both of his ears.
“Fair enough,” you concede.
He ends up picking out a thin silver hoop to match the ones in his ears.
You return the display and prepare a new ring. “You’re a silver guy?”
“Usually but I’ll do gold if the outfit calls for it.”
You feel comfortable now in the rhythm of the conversation; it buffers your initial bout of panic and he seems more than willing to keep it up. It assures you that yes, he is just a regular guy and not the ethereal being you were building him up to be in your head. An extremely pretty regular guy, but still.
“I see you’re into fashion,” you note as you nod to his eccentric jacket.
He looks down at himself. “What, you don’t like it?” He asks but he doesn’t sound offended, more like he’s just gauging for your honest opinion.
“No, I do,” you say quickly, because you do. “It’s refreshing. Not many guys I come across try at all so you’re leagues ahead of them already.”
“I see.” He chuckles, a low and raspy sound that hits you deep and leaves you a little heady. He fidgets with the ring around his thin, long finger that you have to fight yourself from staring at. “You come across a lot of guys then?”
Okay, now you’re treading dangerous grounds. This is clearly not about his coffee business or about piercings anymore. Clearly, this is his roundabout way of asking if you’re single, right? Right?
Whatever it was, it couldn’t hurt to be honest. “Not really, no.”
He makes a humming little noise that sounds strangely like an approval.
But now is not the time to mull over it. You’re a professional, you’re here to perform a minor surgical procedure, and it’s something you do with pride and care. You push away all your nerves and get to work. Once you have the placement marked and approved by him, it isn’t long until you’ve weaved the ring successfully on the left side of his nose.
You’re cleaning off the blood around the piercing, your free hand holding his chin to keep him still when he has the nerve to open his eyes and look up at you as you’re inches from his face and ask, “How do I look?”
Your hand falters as you look down at him. You didn’t let yourself think about it while you were working, but now that it’s done? Boy, did you look.
And you were looking anywhere but the piercing. At his brows that are dark and a little bushy (so he dyes his hair— could’ve fooled you with how naturally the mousy orange suits him), at his eyes that are like big brown pearls that glimmer as they look up at you (you think you’d like to hang the stars in his eyes so you could look at them any time he’d let you), at the lines of his face that are carved in a way so they’re sharp yet elegant (striking, really), and at his lips are a territory you’re too scared to dwell on, thin but curved into a sweet, small smile as he waits for your approval.
“Pretty,” is the only word that leaves your mouth, quiet and reverent.
Pink dusts along his cheeks and nose, a pretty shade against the pale of his skin.
“—good,” you add in a haste, pulling back and turning away from him as you fumble around for the cleaning solution. “Pretty good. Looks, uh, good.”
When you turn back with the spray bottle in hand, you feel your heart jolt when you see him quietly giggling, pure joy on his face. “I’ll take it.”
You give him a sheepish smile as you spritz the solution on his piercing. “Number,” you say, then hand him a sticky note and pen. “I need your number. And your name, just so I can recognize you if you call with any questions or concerns.” As if you could ever forget him or his voice. But you’ve switched back to your professional mode because you’re scared that if you linger too long on whatever the hell was going on you’d spontaneously combust. Although you’re not sure things could get much worse than this.
He’s still smiling as he jots it down. “You know, I’m a little offended you don’t know my name by now,” he says.
Wait, were you supposed to know it by now? As far as you’re concerned, this is the second conversation you’ve ever had with him and he’s never once mentioned his name, not that you thought to ask or even had the ability to form a coherent thought or sentence around him.
“…What?”
He hands you back the sticky note, raising a teasing brow at you. “You know I always have my nametag on right? With the amount of staring you do I figured you’d have picked that up at least.”
And that’s it— you’ve died. You’ve withered away to dust right where you stand because holy shit he knows you’ve been quietly stalking him at his workplace.
At the mortified expression you’re sure is plastered all over your face, he bursts out laughing. It’s loud and high in pitch but so endearing that it assembles you right back up from dust and makes you smile a little despite your humiliation.
“I may have been a little distracted,” you admit sheepishly.
He covers his mouth as he tries to stifle his giggling. “Oh, by what?”
Instead of answering him, you hand him a complementary bottle of cleaning solution and card with care instructions and your business number. “Give me a call if you have any questions, yeah? That doesn’t have anything to do with the fool I’ve clearly made myself out to be.”
“Will do,” he says as he stands, grinning. “Thank you.”
He’s about to leave before you stop him with the one question that’s been lingering in the recesses of your mind, buried behind the panic that induced from the second he walked in here.
“How’d you know I work here?” You ask. “I mean, assuming you came here because of me…” You trail off, realizing how ridiculous that sounds and that it was likely all just a big coincidence that he ended up at your parlor and not any other one.
“Oh, I used to get my tattoos done here,” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I saw you working back here during my appointments.”
Your brows shoot up. “Wait, you have tattoos?” You ask as you scan him over in search for anything visible, not for any other reason, because his boy-next-door, perfect-son-in-law vibe doesn't really scream tattooed baddie.
“Sure do.” He smirks a little at your wandering eyes, basking in the gaze.
You speak without input from your brain. “Can I see them?”
He looks pointedly at the sticky note with his number in your hand before he answers. “Maybe after dinner some time,” he says before he shoots you one last smile and leaves you with your heart hammering in your chest and the sudden realization that you never gave him your name.
Well, it's a good thing you have his number.
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The room was overwhelmingly stuffy and loud. Neon washed over the walls in waves of blue and violet, the light illuminating all the sequins, glitter and sweat in the room like stardust. The bass thumped through the floor, vibrating in everyone’s chest, pulling bodies into the rhythm whether they wanted it or not. The DJ’s set blended mixes of pop anthems with deep, sultry beats that made the crowd lose track of time and their bodies as their figures intertwined.
Everywhere Keeho looked, there was motion. Friends clinking glasses in the hazy glow of the bar, strangers laughing over the pulse of the music, couples finding corners to make their own. The air was humid with perfume, cologne, and the faint edge of alcohol, a heady mix that you could only find in a club.
He was overstimulated.
As he knew he would be. It even came as a surprise to you when you had sent out a mass text message letting everyone know that your friend had opened a new and exclusive club and he had allowed you to bring whoever you wanted. You got a lot of “I’m in.” replies from everyone in the tour crew that you had expected, most deciding to opt out. Soul, Jongseob, and Intak had all unsurprisingly agreed, the dancers enjoyed a good party. Not long before you were about to leave you had gotten one more confirmation that had made your eyebrows raise as you read the message.
You and Keeho had been best friends for a few years now, ever since you started working for them as their photographer. You had already been living in Korea for some time before that, but the two of you bonded easily over your shared experience of being foreigners who had left home behind. You’d grown up in New York before moving across the world to achieve your dreams, similar to him.
That similarity had been the foundation of your friendship, the late-night conversations about missing comfort foods, about switching between languages depending on who you were with, about that constant feeling of not fully belonging anywhere. He made it easier, and you did the same for him.
And even though you knew he was very outgoing and social, you also knew he preferred more intimate settings with smaller groups.
And he really wasn’t going to go, until he started thinking about it, and about you. About how you loved to have a good time, your easygoing personality allowing you to adapt to any situation you were in and make the most of it. The way you carried that bold New York energy, which had intimidated but excited him when you first met.
Keeho had seen you at clubs and parties before, seen how you could get a little wild once the music hit you right. You were completely free when you danced, unbothered by who might be watching, unafraid to take up space. He loved watching you in those moments, the way your laughter reached him even over the loud bass, the way your hair moved like a halo around you when you twirled, and the undeniable joy that seemed to radiate off you and pull everyone around you into its orbit.
But then his mind turned traitorous. He pictured you tonight in that sparkly dress you loved, laughing with his friends, swaying to the bass. He pictured some stranger, some guy with too much cologne and too much confidence, sliding in behind you, trying to match your rhythm. The thought made his jaw clench.
So there he was, standing in a club he didn’t want to be in just so, selfishly, he could keep an eye on you and make sure no one else had a chance. Because as much as he tried to bury it, he’d been harboring a crush on you for a long time. Longer than he cared to admit. And tonight, in the blur of neon lights and pounding music, the idea of losing you to someone else felt unbearable.
He immediately finds you in the crowd, his eyes a magnet and you the strongest force. Everything else blurs around him. Your body is painted in the violet glow, your head tipped back, arms lifted as you sway to the music, every beat rolling through your body. You laughed with Intak and Soul at the ridiculous dance move Jongseob just attempted, your bright smile even reaching him in the darkness. He felt rooted to the spot, unable to drag his eyes away. Around you, people pressed closer, trying to match your energy, but he could only see you.
You turn, and he watches as you look around, scanning the crowd like you’re searching for someone. When your eyes finally meet his, he realizes it's him you were searching for across the sea of bodies, relief and delight light up your face, and your smile is enough to make his chest tighten.
He’s happy, almost dizzy with the feeling that you’re seeking him out too, that even here, surrounded by people that would love to have your attention (as he annoyingly noticed), you find him. A small, almost shy smile tugs at the corner of his lips, despite the thrum of nerves and longing in his chest. He’d spent years watching you laugh, teasing you, talking late into the night, but seeing you look at him like this stops him cold.
You wave subtly, a playful curve of your hand and he lifts his hand and waves back, the motion slow enough so that he could savor holding your gaze. Even in this crowded, chaotic room, for that brief moment, it feels like it’s just the two of you.
One thought invaded his mind: God, this girl had no clue what she was doing to me.
He wants to cross the floor, to reach for your hand, to pull you close and tell you everything he’s buried under years of friendship and unspoken feelings. But for now, he stays where he is, letting the moment stretch, memorizing the way your hips move to the beat, and the way your energy glows bright. He lets himself get lost in the you filled daze as he stands on the sidelines.
Suddenly you’re in front of him and you reach up to steady yourself on his shoulders as you lean in to whisper, “What are you doing over here?” in his ear over the loud music. He looks down at you and shrugs his shoulders because truly he didn’t know. On the rare occasion he did go out to party, he would join in on the dancing, laughing and teasing. But tonight he had been too captivated by the sight of your carefree and happy spirit to move from his spot.
You roll your eyes at him, in that playfully annoyed way he loved. You leaned back in, and his hand came up to your waist to steady you even further. “Well I haven’t seen you dance once since we got here. Come on, I have a surprise for you all that should be starting soon.” Your hands trailed down his arms to grab his as you slowly began to walk backwards, tugging him along with you. He let you, never being able to deny what you wanted.
He cocked his eyebrow up as he looked down at you. “I don’t know if I like how you said that.. Should I be scared?” You roll your eyes again and he giggles.
You turn around to better lead him to your friends, your hand squeezing his in reassurance. They all cheer as you return with Keeho and the two of you integrate back into the group and quickly get swept up in the movement. You all jump and sing loudly together. Intak and you break into a perfectly coordinated set of moves, spinning and stepping in sync so effortlessly that the others can’t help but cheer. Soul takes the center for a freestyle, and you lean forward to hype him up, your laughter ringing out over the music and infectious enough to draw the rest of the crew into your energy. The group forms a circle, giving each person a moment to shine in the middle. Keeho grins, stepping in playfully, twerking exaggeratedly just to hear you all laugh. And when your laugh cuts through the music to reach his ears, he’s suddenly very grateful that he decided to come out with you, even if it was jealousy that had encouraged him.
With each passing song, you and Keeho find yourselves gradually stepping closer. Your eyes stay locked, smiles refusing to fade as he drinks in the intoxicating feeling of you so close to him. You’re loving the way he looks at you. It makes you feel more beautiful, more special, and more needed than words ever could. You could see it in his eyes, and could practically read what was happening in his mind. You’ve always had an inclination that his feelings extended past “Best Friends.” And this moment was nothing but a confirmation.
The music starts to transition into a familiar beat, everyone stuttered in place. Then, the unmistakable opening of Jump blasts through the speakers. All of them freeze for a split second, eyes wide, before laughter bubbles up around the circle.
“Surprise!” you shout over the music, throwing your hands in the air as the boys double over, grinning and shaking their heads in disbelief. The group erupts into cheers, some clapping, others yelling, the shock melting instantly into giddy energy. Keeho turns toward you, his cheeks already aching from how hard he’s smiling. You just shrug, eyes sparkling as you lean close enough for him to hear, “I might’ve put in a couple requests.”
He throws his head back with a laugh, the kind that makes his whole body shake, then looks back at you with so much adoration in his eyes it feels impossible you don’t notice. The song drops, and suddenly you’re all jumping, screaming lyrics at the top of your lungs, the dance floor becoming your stage. And if Keeho thought he couldn’t possibly fall harder he was wrong, because watching you leap into the air, arms raised, belting out every word to their song with wild, radiant joy, it undoes him completely.
The DJ kept the momentum alive, spinning through a few more of their tracks. Each time another familiar beat dropped, the boys exploded with laughter, their voices hoarse from screaming along. By the end of it, everyone was riding the high of pure adrenaline, sweat dampening their shirts, smiles etched permanently on their faces.
Then, the music shifted. The bass mellowed into a smoother and slower R&B song. Most of the group cheered half-heartedly and drifted toward the bar for a break.
You stayed. Your body still moved to the rhythm, slower now, a sway instead of a jump. And Keeho stayed too, not wanting to be far from you again.
You turned to say something, but the music swallowed your words. He leaned down instinctively, his hand finding your waist again to steady you. Really, it was any excuse, he thought. Any excuse to touch you.
“I’m really glad you came.” you said into his ear, your breath warm against his skin.
His fingers pressed gently against your side as he leaned down again, close enough that his lips brushed the shell of your ear when he joked, “You know, I didn’t want you guys to miss me too much.”
But instead of laughing, you pulled back just enough to look at him seriously. “You’re right, I would have missed you.”
The words hit him like a jolt, and heat spread across his cheeks before he could stop it. You smiled at him, so openly honest, like you didn’t even realize what you’d just done to him, because you were really telling the truth. You swayed to the beat, and without even thinking, his body fell into rhythm with yours, a small space between you. But then your arm brushed against his, his hand grazed your hip, and one touch turned into another until there was barely any space at all. His hand settled fully at your hips, your arm slid around his shoulders lazily, and suddenly you were closer, moving slowly to the sensual music.
You were looking up at him, eyes glimmering with need. He was close enough to see the glitter around them sparkle with each sway and he felt like he was being enchanted, unable to look away. He studied your face, the curve of your lips, the way your lashes dipped when you laughed softly at something in the lyrics, the way your body fit so easily against his. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.
The space between you thinned, breath mingling, the heat of the crowd forgotten in favor of the heat that seemed to exist only between you.
Your smile softened seeing him see you, your head tipping ever so slightly up towards him as he drew his lower lip between his teeth. His hand shifted at your waist, pulling you in just a little closer, his nose brushing a fraction of distance nearer to yours. And for one dizzy, suspended moment, it felt inevitable, like the years of friendship had all been leading here.
You could have kissed him. He could have kissed you.
But the moment hung in the balance, teetering on the edge, both of you waiting for the other to fall off the edge.
Someone stumbled past you carelessly,their shoulder clipping yours, sending you forward with a small gasp, straight into Keeho’s chest. His arms caught you instantly, holding you against him.
The guy muttered a distracted apology before disappearing back into the crowd, but Keeho’s expression stayed fixed, jaw tight, eyes narrowing at the retreating figure.
When you looked back up at him, his annoyance was written all over his face, and it made you laugh, that soft, melodic laugh that he loved. You slipped your hand into his without hesitation, your fingers tangling with his.
“Let’s go somewhere, just the two of us…” you said, tugging gently.
Keeho looked down at your joined hands, then at you, his heart thrumming harder than the bass behind you as he nodded.
You grinned and pulled him through the crowd, weaving toward the exit, his hand warm in yours, happy that it was him leaving with you and not some random like he had imagined earlier.
You tugged him out into the cool night, your fingers still laced through his as you skipped down the New York streets, laughter spilling out of you. Keeho couldn’t help but laugh too, watching the way your hair bounced, the way your joy made even the gray sidewalks feel golden.
“I used to want to leave so badly when I lived here,” you said between steps, glancing up at the towering skyline. “But now, whenever I’m gone, I miss it.”
He nodded, eyes soft on you. “Makes sense. New York fits you so well.”
“Maybe I’ll have to move back one day…”
He pouted at that. “And what about your job?”
You laughed at his question before shrugging. “You guys can replace me.”
His voice came out sharper, more serious than he intended. “No one can replace you.”
You slowed, eyes widening a little at the sincerity in his tone. Then you softened, cooing at him as you reached up to ruffle his hair. “Don’t worry. I love you guys too much to leave anytime soon.”
His lips curved into a mischievous grin. “Aweee, did you just say you love me?”
You rolled your eyes dramatically. “I said you guys. Emphasis on the guys.”
But before you could move away, he yanked you into a bear hug, smushing your face into his chest as he chanted, “You love me, you love me, you love me.”
You muffled protests against him until you managed to shove him off, cheeks flushed. With a squeal, you took off running down the sidewalk, the night alive with your laughter.
“Hey!” Keeho called after you, breaking into a run as well, chasing you through the glowing streets of the city you once called home.
Keeho’s footsteps thundered behind you until, with a sudden grip at your waist, he caught you from behind. You squealed as he lifted you off the ground, spinning you around in his arms while your laughter echoed down the empty street. When he finally set you back on your feet, you tried to dart forward again, but his hand shot out, catching your wrist.
“No more running,” he said breathlessly, grinning at your flushed cheeks. “I caught you.”
You laughed, warmth spreading across your face, and grabbed his hand. “Come on, we’re almost there.”
He let you pull him along, still chuckling, still dazed by the way your hand fit so perfectly in his.
Two short minutes later, you rounded a corner and came to a stop, panting lightly. Keeho slowed beside you, his chest rising and falling as he looked up and froze.
Stretching out before you both was a pier that reached right under the Manhattan Bridge. The skyline glittered in the distance, skyscrapers wrapped in light, the water reflecting the shimmer.
His mouth parted slightly, eyes wide, completely taken by the view.
You leaned forward, still catching your breath, a playful laugh bubbling out at his awestruck expression. Without waiting for him to recover, you tugged on his hand again and dragged him to the center of the pier.
You spun him around with a burst of energy, your laughter ringing out into the night as the faint thrum of music drifted from a nearby building. Keeho stumbled after you, smiling so wide his cheeks ached, completely unable to resist your pull.
“Come on,” you urged, twirling yourself under his arm before tugging him close.
The playful spins softened into a slow sway, your arms winding up around his shoulders. His hands circled around you without hesitation, holding you steady as you rocked gently together, the distant music becoming your soundtrack.
The city skyline glittered around you, but Keeho only saw you, your flushed cheeks, your bright eyes, your sweet smile. He felt the warmth of you pressed against him, the rhythm of your body syncing with his as he breathed in your scent, drunk on you and heart aching, as the rest of the world fell away. He had an overwhelming urge to just hold you like that forever, determined to keep you safe and happy in his arms.
You tilted your head up to rest your chin on his chest as he gazed down at you. You smiled up at him, that damn smile where your cheeks puffed up and your eyes almost squeeze shut and—
“You are the cutest fucking thing in the world.”
Slightly stunned by his bluntness, you can feel your ears going red at his words as you lightly chuckle. “Tell me how you really feel.”
“I should shouldn’t I…”
That’s not what you were expecting him to say but admittedly, you were intrigued. Would this be his confession? He had been pretty obvious but you weren’t 100% sure of his feelings, his personality flirty by nature. You had hoped in the back of your mind that you were reading the situation correctly. Afterall, friends don’t look at each other the way Keeho looks at you.
You patiently stare up at him, wanting to let him take his time but also recognizing the familiar cloud of overthinking present in his eyes.
You reach up to hold his cheek in your hand, as he immediately leans into it. You rub your thumb softly against his cheek to reassure him. “Hey… it’s just me.”
He looks down at you and you give him an encouraging nod.
“I haven’t been subtle have I?”
You breathe out a laugh and shake your head gently. You’re still swaying, soft enough that you’re barely moving. You can tell he needs a little push of encouragement, and it stuns you a bit to see Keeho, who never has a problem speaking his mind, at a loss for words.
“Keeho…” You whisper. His name sounds so sweet coming from your lips, he wants to hear you say it again and again, sure he’ll never get tired of it. You’ve stilled now, just holding onto each other, the busy city around you falling away. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want your smile, I want your laugh. I want to hug you and hold you.” He doesn’t stutter. “I want to be a part of your happiness. I want to hear your voice all the time and I want to be there for you when you're sad. I want to fall asleep with you every night and I…. I want you, and I hope you want me to.”
His heart pounds as he waits for your response, but you are stunned into silence.
He lets out a shaky, awkward laugh, his cheeks burning even in the cool night air. “Sorry… that was a lot, wasn’t it?” he murmurs, his voice almost shy now, afraid he’s scared you off. His hands flex slightly at your waist, a nervous reflex, but he doesn’t pull away.
You finally find the courage to speak. “You know what I want?”
He doesn’t dare move a muscle as he waits for your response.
“I really want to kiss you, Keeho.” You run your other hand through his hair. “I’ve been thinking about it all night. Can I kiss you?”
Keeho swallows, his pulse racing so fast he’s sure you can feel it through your hands on his neck. His lips part slightly, breath hitching as he leans closer, eyes dark with longing. “That’s the stupidest question you’ve ever asked me.” he murmurs, voice low and trembling.
You laugh softly, brushing your forehead against his.
His hand slides around your back, pulling you flush against him, and he finally closes the tiny gap between you. As soon as your lips collide, Keeho comes to the realization that he didn't know how he was able to control himself before.
Your lips are soft and warm between his, gently pressing as he soaks in the feeling. You pull back, only to tilt your head and kiss him again. He can feel your hand tugging at his hair and he pulls you even closer, your body having no choice but to mold to his.
Keeho thinks, no, is sure he’s never gotten lost in a kiss like this before. You feel so delicate against him, and so perfect. He can sense your heartbeats merging into one.
As your tongue pokes the seam of his lips, he can't help but smile. He separates them for you, and your tongues meet, soft and slow.
“Mmm.” He mumbles in between kisses. “You taste so good. So sweet for me.”
Your knees feel weak and you're grateful that he has you pressed so firmly against him. Keeho feels dizzy too, unsure if it's from the lack of air or if it's just you. Either way, he loves the way you engulf his senses. If he had felt intoxicated before, now he was drunk on you.
He feels you take his lower lip between your teeth, tugging it gently before letting it go and kissing it again. He swears he almost moans, and he can't help the next words that escape his mouth.
“I love you.”
He doesn't even realize he says it until you still against him. His eyes flutter open and meet yours as you pull back just slightly, lips tingling and breaths mixing in the cool night air.
“What… what did you just say?” you whisper.
Keeho’s eyes widen, panic flashing across his face. He hadn’t planned on actually telling you that so soon, but it unconsciously slipped out. “I—” He swallows hard, his cheeks flushed deeper than ever. “I didn’t mean to… I mean, I did, but not like—”
You place a hand gently against his cheek, silencing his stammering. His skin burns under your touch, and his frantic heart slows when he meets your gaze.
“You love me?” you ask again, quieter this time, but with a hint of wonder lacing your tone.
Keeho exhales shakily, no longer able to deny it, no longer wanting to. “Yeah,” he admits, his voice breaking with honesty. “I love you. I’ve been in love with you for so long.”
The words linger in the air.
Then your lips curl into the most striking smile he’s ever seen, and he feels proud that he had been the cause of it. You lean in until your forehead presses against his and whisper, “Good. Because I love you too.”
Keeho lets out a laugh, half relief, half joy, before pulling you back into him, kissing you again with every ounce of love he’d kept buried, now finally, blissfully free. You kiss back, hungry for him.
Keeho feels more alive than ever as you laugh happily against his lips. You embrace him in a bear hug and pull back to spin him around with you.
The music is still playing in the background and you feel like you're in a movie. You quickly kiss him again and take his hand to drag him through the city, not ready for the night to end.
➻ pairing | jiung x reader x intak
➻ synopsis | you’re tired of being the center point of this never ending tug of war you didn’t sign up for. when things get overwhelming with intak and jiung persistently vying for your attention at your new year’s party, you decide to put an end to it with a little friendly competition.
➻ details | nsfw (MINORS DNI), smut, m/f/m, some m/m, intak & jiung don't like each other, jealousy, tension, kissing, meandom!jiung, switch!intak, switch!reader, oral (f. rec), fingering, choking, dry humping, coming in pants, power dynamics, orgasm control, edging, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, everyone starts off very mildly drunk, race against time, porn with very little plot
➻ length | 10.5k
➻ requested by @mellownorth!
𓆩⟡𓆪 note || this is my early new year's gift to you <3 PLEASE LEAVE ALL SENSE OF LOGIC AT THE DOOR thank yew
You’ve been feeling it all night. The weight of their stares. You’ve been feeling it since the day you met them but it feels particularly suffocating tonight.
Jiung and Intak are good friends of yours; sweet and kind and always there to lend a hand. But man are they obvious about their not-so-friendly feelings about you. It’s not just you who’s privy to their affections and their quiet competition; the rest of the band and everyone in your circle of friends have noticed the simmering tension between the two of them whenever it comes to you.
You can’t lie, you like the extra attention, the extra favours, and the extra flattery both of them pay you. But it gets to a point where it’s a little bit unbearable, especially with their offhanded sniping at each other and you being stuck in the middle trying to mediate. You’re feeling the pressure of their hovering and their lingering gazes even more tonight, on a night that’s supposed to be fun and free.
So to ease your slowly fraying nerves, you might have taken a shot or two faster than you should have that sent your head spinning. You’re not drunk from them but you can definitely feel the effects as you stumble your way to the kitchen to escape the crowd, to escape them.
But of course, like an emotionally attached puppy, one of them trails in after you.
“Hey,” Intak says, a little louder than necessary, probably from being a little liquor-loose. “You okay?”
You brace yourself against the kitchen counter with both hands and take a deep breath in before smiling at him over your shoulder, a little too wide to be genuine. “I’m okay! Just needed a little break from out there. Might’ve taken that second shot too quickly.”
“Oh!” He says, immediately springing into action. “Let me get you some water!” He rummages through cabinets to find a glass for you in such a hurry like it’s of the utmost importance that you’re tended to.
You watch him as he so earnestly fetches you the water, a little pout of concentration on his lips. It’s sweet of him, and really, you can’t find yourself staying too upset in his presence, not when he’s making sure you’re taken care of. Especially not when he’s aiming that cute little smile at you as he hands you the glass.
“Thank you, Taki,” you say as you take the glass and he beams like the sun. One of your favourite pastimes is to figure out all the ways you can get that smile out of him, which really doesn’t take much from you, but the most effective way is calling him by that nickname. It endears you, makes you warm all over to be the subject of that smile. You find yourself smiling back at him over the glass as you sip on the water.
“So…” He slides himself closer to you, standing with his back against the counter as he looks down at you with that same grin. “You got any New Year’s resolutions?”
You put the glass on the counter and look up at him, mirroring his position. “Hm… I have one,” you say and he leans in to hear you better. You lean in too then whisper it to him like it’s a secret. “I don’t want to be single next year.”
His eyes practically light up, and you feel a little cruel for possibly stringing him along, but he just makes it so easy for you to poke at him. He’s cute, very cute, and you can’t help but want to play with him in a fond sort of way. You like Intak when he’s on his own. It’s just when the other one is around that he becomes a bit of a problem.
“Oh, that’s cool,” he says, throwing in a little shrug to come off as nonchalant as possible. You have to hold in your snort. “Any prospects in your sight then?”
“There might be” you say, bumping your shoulder to his. “Why?”
He immediately flusters, cheeks tinging pink. “Just curious!” He says and clears his throat when it cracks midway, cheeks going aflame. “You deserve a good guy. So you know, I just wanted to know if you have, uh, one of those…”
You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “You just want to know if it’s Jiung, don’t you?” It’s not confrontational, you just want to tease him a little, see how much he’s willing to admit. You’ve never failed to see right through him.
He blinks at you, jaw going a little slack at being so bluntly called out. “I…” He looks like he’s about to argue against it but then thinks better. “Well, is—?“
Like the devil being invoked with the call of his name, Jiung’s voice cuts in before Intak can finish. “What about me?”
You curse internally. You shouldn’t have said his name.
You turn to see Jiung at the doorway, watching you both with an unreadable expression on his face and twirling a beer bottle in his hand. He’s wearing a black formal shirt with thin white stripes tucked into black jeans. You’re not used to seeing him in more formal looks like this, but it suits him quite well, you think. It accentuates the commanding sort of vibe that you’ve learned to associate with him.
The air immediately shifts as Jiung and Intak lock eyes, and it almost feels like you’ve stopped being the important thing in the room, like you’re not even there anymore for a stilted moment. You take a deep breath to prepare yourself for what is sure to be another charged, uncomfortable spar of unspoken words.
“Nothing,” Intak says, standing to his full height. Something you’ve noticed he does more often whenever Jiung is near. Must be a testosterone thing, you figure; asserting dominance with his advantage in height.
Jiung saunters in casually, eyes lingering on Intak with a thin veil of heat under his gaze as he makes his way to your other side. Then it shifts to you and he gives you one of those warm smiles of his that have always done wonders to wind you down. You return the smile, feeling the effects of it already.
This is a position you find yourself in too often these days; caught between the two of them.
“Drink?” Jiung asks, holding the lip of his beer bottle up to your mouth with one of his ringed hands. Hands that you sometimes find yourself trying not to leer at. Hands that he knows he has to his advantage, if the little smirk on his lips is anything to go by when he sees your eyes lingering there a little too long.
Before you can respond, Intak is cutting in to answer for you. “No, she’s already had enough.”
Jiung’s eyes flit up over your head to look at Intak and the warmth behind his smile is immediately undercut by the cold in his gaze. “I think she can answer for herself.”
“What, are you trying to get her drunk?”
“That’s immediately where your head goes? I was just offering her a drink.”
You lower your head, sighing in exasperation. If you don’t cut this off now you’re in for an even longer night.
“And I told you, she’s—“
“Guys,” you cut in, voice raised an octave higher.
They immediately silence and you feel both pairs of eyes bearing down on you. You could get upset, scold them both for tiring you out with their catfighting the past few months, but a part of you loves the attention and you don’t want to do anything to jeopardise it.
You look up at Jiung and give him one of your disarming smiles that has the ice immediately melting away. “I’m okay, but thank you for the offer.”
“Told you,” mutters Intak petulantly. You put your hand on Intak’s elbow and he immediately mellows out too, leaning subconsciously into your touch.
You peel yourself away from the counter to stand in front of them, to escape the thick wall of tension they carry between them whenever you’re in the picture. “Actually,” you start, basking in the way they hang onto every word from your lips like you’re spewing prophecy. “I think I’m gonna go to my room and rest for a while. Take a bit of a break from socializing.”
You hope that they take the hint to leave you alone for a while but it’s almost amusing how they understand the complete opposite and jump at the opportunity, rushing to reach your side. The amusement trickles away when, once again, you’re caught between their crystal veneer of icy disdain.
“I can take her up,” Intak says just as Jiung tells you, “I’ll take you.”
Your eye twitches, and it's not from the late hour or the alcohol.
You can sense them rearing to start up another argument so you place your hands on their chests, the touch settling them down like a silent command.
“Why don’t you both take me up?” You offer because you realize there’s really no way out of this. Your careful grip on your calm demeanor is slowly slipping and you really don’t need things blowing up on what’s supposed to be a fun party to end off the year. You should play the good hostess and do what it takes to prevent that, even if it’s at the risk of your own sanity.
Surprisingly, they relent, though not without another ‘subtle’ glare shared between them over your head. They both go to place a hand on your lower back but accidentally brush against each other so they quickly divert with Jiung’s hand pressing higher against your back and Intak’s going respectfully lower. You’re not sure if you want to laugh or roll your eyes.
“Come on.” Intak urges you forward and the three of you make the climb up to the second floor, away from the noise and the people.
It’s silent through the trip to your room. Neither of them detach from you as you make your way to your bed until you take a seat at the foot of it, at which they reluctantly let their hands slide off. They don’t move away though, they just hover by where you sit, seemingly in a silent conversation with each other if their shifting eyes and twitching expressions were anything to go by. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out they’re trying to convince the other to leave.
“Why don’t you both sit?” You ask instead, patting the bed on either side of you. Maybe you can magically convince them to be comfortable with spending time with you at the same time so you don’t have to live with any more awkwardness; you could do with a New Year’s miracle.
Their response to you, as usual, is immediate. They slide into the spots not bothering to leave any space between them and you, but at least they’re behaving and not barking at each other like very unthreatening dogs.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been in your room before,” Jiung says, glancing around before tilting his head towards you with a cute smile. “It’s very you.”
“Very pretty,” Intak adds smoothly with an equally cute grin, bumping his shoulder into yours.
Despite it all, you find yourself charmed by him, as always, and bump your shoulder back to his. “You flatter me.”
Jiung scoffs, ‘hiding’ his distaste behind a forged smile. “There he goes again,” he says, teasingly, but you can hear the condescension behind his words. “Flirting with anything that smiles at him.”
Intak doesn’t look miffed for a change; he looks cocky as he leans forward to look over at Jiung with an equally feigned smile. “Are you mad I have game?”
“No, but I suppose your game doesn’t come with decorum, does it?” Jiung fires back easily.
“Guys—” You try to intercept again but your plea falls on deaf ears this time.
“You wanna talk about decorum?” Intak asks, his smile now more of a scowl. “How about not butting in where you’re not concerned?”
Jiung’s smile twitches into something more dangerous, heated with warning. “How’s Suni by the way?” He pivots away, says that name dripping with vitriol. “You talked to her tonight yet? I think she was looking for you earlier.”
You couldn’t care less about who Suni was but Jiung seems all too satisfied with himself when Intak turns a shade paler. Intak turns to you and opens his mouth to defend himself but you’re pushing yourself up to your feet.
“Guys!” You snap, facing them with a glare. “I swear, if I have to bring this into the New Year with me, I’m going to blow both of your brains out and then my own.”
That shuts them up. They blink owlishly at you, shocked at your sudden outburst. You’ve never been pushed to the point of shouting at them before but you really don’t think you can take another day of tiptoeing around this.
You take a deep breath to get a handle on your tone. No time like the present to get to the bottom of whatever the hell this is, you think to yourself. “You both want me right?”
They both look taken aback by the question, scandalized almost. “How’d you know?” Intak asks earnestly, like he hasn’t been overtly flirting with you and trying to ask you out without asking you out for the past three months.
“You can’t be serious right?” You raise your brow at them. “You’re the two most obvious idiots I know.”
When they start avoiding your gaze and squirming, looking equally chastised, you sigh and take your seat between them again. “Look,” you start, then pause to pick your next words carefully. Your eyes shift to the clock which reads a little before 11pm, and you remind yourself that you really don’t want to drag this issue into the New Year with you, a year you promised yourself would be all about solutions and not problems. So, you make an executive decision.
“You both want me?” You wait for an affirmative nod from both of them before continuing. “You have over an hour until the New Year. Figure it out by then or neither of you will see this room again.”
You’re not even sure what it is you’re proposing, but you’re just praying they’ll come to some sort of solution on their own. And if this chases them away from you, you can just find a new plaything next year.
They stare at you, trying to figure out what exactly you’re proposing. When they come to some sort of understanding, they start sizing each other up and you’re getting the creeping suspicion that you’re gonna have to clean blood off the floors if you don’t intervene.
“Punches allowed?” Intak says, pulling off his baby blue sweater to reveal a white tee, leaving his tan and toned arms exposed. You try not to stare but you don’t think he’d mind so you do it anyway.
Jiung rolls his eyes as he starts rolling up his sleeves, pale, veiny forearms joining Intak’s arms for your viewing pleasure. “How else would we do it?” He snarks.
You snap yourself out of your leering when the words register in your head. “No!” You groan, throwing your head back in frustration. “Nothing bloody or violent.”
You’re met with more silence as you search the ceiling for some sort of divine intervention and when you lift your head again, you’re met with the sight of them having another one of their silent conversations. But this one doesn’t seem to be an argument.
You nearly flinch when they both turn their heads to you simultaneously after some time, fixing you with a calculating look that is eerily similar to each other; one you’ve seen both of them wear when they’re trying to figure out a new track together.
“It can be physical though, right?” Jiung asks, leaving you to wonder what he’s getting at.
“Just nothing violent?” Intak adds, tilting his head.
You shrug, just glad that they seem to have come to some idea of a solution. Whatever gets the job done. “Sure.”
“Alright then,” Jiung starts. He turns his body so he’s sat facing you, Intak mirroring him on your other side. “You’re going to choose.”
You shake your head no. “If I had a favourite I would’ve chosen by now.”
“Then we’ll just have to convince you, won’t we?” Intak says with a crooked half smile that promises trouble.
You’re not sure if it’s the fading buzz from the alcohol making your body warm up or if it’s the way they both leer at you with a heat in their eyes hungering for victory and for you.
A breath leaves you like it’s been punched out of your lungs when you realize the direction this is heading. But you can’t find a bone in your body that wants to reject it.
“Before we start,” Jiung says, not doing anything to hide the way his eyes rake over your figure. You feel fire licking through your insides under his scrutiny. “How many drinks has everyone had?”
“One,” Intak answers, eyes focused on yours in heated interest.
The air has shifted with something heavy and electric, one you find yourself wanting to suffocate in for a change.
You swallow, holding yourself still so you don’t squirm under their gaze. If this is where the night is headed, you don’t plan on making it easy for either of them. Not after all the headache they’ve caused you. “Two,” you say. “Might as well be just one where I’m at now.”
“One,” Jiung says with an approving nod. His eyes are just as, if not more, intense as Intak’s when they catch your gaze as it shifts from Intak’s.
“How does this work?” Intak asks, and you have to rip your eyes away from Jiung’s alluring hold so you can think clearly.
“You’re going to convince me who’s more… skilled. I decide who does what best,” you say the first things that come to mind. “Whoever wins more takes the cake. We’ll figure it out as we go.”
You try to appear as unaffected as you can but the prospect of what might be unfolding is exciting you in ways you haven’t been excited before.
“Good,” Jiung says. “Then we’ll start with—“
Jiung doesn’t get a chance to finish before Intak pounces. He grabs your jaw and pulls you to him as he crashes his lips to yours in a hard, searing kiss. Jiung’s curse fades into the background as you feel yourself melting into Intak’s plush lips, sighing as you kiss him back with a languid vigour.
Intak isn’t having that though; he slides his hand into your hair to keep you in place as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss, demanding more.
It’s a little scary how quickly you feel yourself giving into him. You don’t get much time to relish in the way Intak takes you whole with just a kiss before there’s another hand on your cheek, pulling you away only to be met with a new pair of lips, one that’s slower and more sensual against you.
This one is intoxicating in a new way; it’s careful and searching rather than taking but no less heated. Jiung’s lips are thinner but soft as they press to yours in a hypnotic rhythm.
You make a soft noise as Jiung’s hand slides down to the base of your neck, just holding you there as he kisses you. You can feel your body growing needy with each second that passes.
You feel Intak’s inquiring hand on your thigh, squeezing gently as a reminder that he’s still there. You feel his exhale against your ear as he noses into your hair, breaths running shorter with his impatience.
“C’mon,” he mutters when Jiung doesn’t relent and then pulls you back into him with his hand back on your jaw.
You nearly get whiplash at the sudden change of pace with Intak’s insistent lips back against yours. Jiung’s don’t leave you completely though; he mutters another curse at Intak before he trails hot, wet kisses down your jaw then down your neck where his hand is still pressed while Intak tries to devour you whole.
You feel dizzy with all the sensations running through you, but if there’s one thing you’re sure of it’s that you’d rather be nowhere else than right between them, a thought that would’ve made you laugh in the face of it mere minutes ago.
Intak’s tongue suddenly prodding between your lips has you gasping, giving him the opportunity to slip right in. You accept him with a soft moan, your hand clutching onto the sheets for support as you feel yourself crumble under his lips.
Jiung doesn’t let you forget him though. He squeezes against the base of your neck for a short moment that has you reeling, before he slides down the shoulder of your dress with his other hand so he can attach his lips to the exposed expanse of your skin. He lets the hand around your neck feather down your figure, a touch that’s light but already has you squirming under it.
You hear, and feel, his low chuckle against your shoulder as he trails his warm hand back up, sliding against your thigh, up your stomach, then up to your chest where he stops and kneads your breast.
The sudden sensation has you pulling back from Intak’s lips with a gasp and Jiung doesn’t waste the opportunity to capture your lips back with his. You’re not sure what’s left and right or what’s up and down anymore with the back and forth but gods is it thrilling.
“Asshole,” you hear Intak mutter bitterly before he attaches himself to your neck, all teeth and tongue.
Jiung barely pulls back enough to retort, “Fair game.” You can practically feel the smirk on his lips as he continues to work your mouth open to take his tongue. His hand stays on your chest as he circles his finger over your clothed nipple, working it to a stiff peak that he then tugs at between his fingers.
You whimper into the kiss, arching your chest further into his touch and he gives it another squeeze before sliding his hand down to your lower stomach, just letting you feel the heat of him through your thin dress.
All while Intak trails his lips back up your neck, up your jaw, and trails to your lips that are still against Jiung’s before stopping right at the edge of where you’re connected. He nips impatiently at your jaw when you don’t turn to him. You relent with a chastising hum, too tongue tied (literally) to say anything, and pull away from Jiung to turn to kiss Intak instead.
“You’re just hogging her now, cheater,” Jiung grumbles but Intak doesn’t bother responding, too busy licking his way back into your mouth.
You’d nearly forgotten what this was all for, but none of it brought you nowhere near a clearer decision. Intak’s kiss is mind-numbing but Jiung’s hand is head-spinning in its own way as it trails and caresses over your body before it settles against your thigh.
Your hands are clenched into the sheets at your sides, too afraid to wander into the lion's den that was Intak and Jiung’s rampant hunger. Your legs press together to soothe over the rapidly growing ache in your core, a move that isn’t missed by Jiung as his hand presses into the flesh of your thigh and yanks your legs back open.
“Dirty girl,” he breathes right into your ear before he lets his tongue trace the shell of your ear.
You whimper, a sound that is swallowed right up by Intak’s unrelenting tongue as it basically fucks itself into your mouth.
You’re not sure when it happened but you only become aware that Jiung has snuck his hand up your dress when you feel fingers prodding against your clothed core, right over the growing wet patch on your panties.
You rip away from Intak’s lips with a loud yelp when Jiung’s finger brushes over your throbbing clit.
“Fuck,” Jiung growls, pressing against the spot again that has another sharp spike of pleasure climb through your body, leaving you jerking against the touch. “She’s so fucking wet.”
Intak, who’s dazed from the kiss, snaps back into himself and fumbles to shove his hand up your dress to feel for himself but is quickly stopped by Jiung who grabs his wrist and pulls it back.
“Not yet,” Jiung snaps. You whine a little that the hand is gone, already missing the stimulation. You try to chase for more by subtly rolling your hips down and grinding against the bed for some form of pressure, but then Jiung is grabbing your thigh again and lifting it up so you can’t anymore while shooting you a sharp look. “Not so fast, darling. Gotta let us know how we’re doing, don’t you?”
You curse under your breath, foolish to think you were fully in control of a situation where Jiung was involved. You lick your lips, a motion that both men latch onto as they wait for your answer. You take a few breaths to steel your mind back to focus.
“Kissing goes to Intak,” you start. Intak turns to Jiung with a self satisfied grin, but you continue before he can get a word in. “But Jiung’s better with his hands.”
Despite the way Jiung’s lips tick up into a momentary smirk, he looks unsatisfied.
“So no one’s in the lead yet?” Intak asks, pouting now. It’s even more adorable with his kiss-swollen lips.
You shrug, feigning nonchalance as you lean back onto your elbows. “You still have—“ you glance at the clock, “—fifty minutes. Plenty of time to change my mind.”
Jiung smiles down at you as his hand finds your thigh again. “You said I’m good with my hands,” he starts, that dangerous heat in his eyes returning. “Let me fuck you with them?”
Your thighs twitch to clamp together at his lewd words but his iron grip on your leg doesn’t allow them to.
“What the hell,” Intak cries. “What about me?”
Jiung turns to glare at him. “You’ll get your turn.”
Their attention falls back to you when you shuffle up the bed to lean back against your mountain of pillows.
“Do what you need,” you tell them, trying to come off as unbothered (even though they both clearly know otherwise) and they’re immediately climbing up to join you. You knew your queen-sized bed would come in handy someday.
You can see that both of them are already hard and straining against their jeans but neither of them pay any mind to it. Their sole focus seems to be on you and you can’t say you’re complaining.
Intak is eager as he shucks your dress up to your waist, revealing your navy lace panties damp with arousal, a sight that has both men pausing and momentarily short circuiting. Then Jiung’s hands are reaching for them and yanking them right off of you and then Intak is shoving your legs apart.
“Fuck.” You’re not sure who whispers it but you see Jiung grabbing himself through his jeans, squeezing himself as his eyes lock right onto your gushing heat. Intak looks no less affected as he stares, licking his lips and swallowing down a quiet groan.
You feel both thrilled and too exposed, a confusing feeling that has you wanting them to just get on with it. “Well?” You prod, shuffling to sink a little further into your pillows.
Jiung snaps out of it and moves forward, seating himself in front of your parted legs but angled enough so that he could still show off to Intak who’s still in a daze as he settles down behind Jiung to keep an eye.
“You’re into this,” Jiung teases as he slides two fingers over your slick folds, feather light and avoiding your clit. “Aren’t you?”
Your legs twitch at the first brush of his fingers and you have to fight not to buck up into the touch. “I don’t think any self respecting woman wouldn’t be,” you mumble as you struggle to keep your voice steady.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he says as he swipes his fingers between your folds, firm enough for his fingers to come back with a string of slick connecting to your core.
You want to curse at him for deliberately skipping over your clit but he looks too enamoured by the slick that coats his digits. “Don’t tease,” you warn, though the situation isn’t really in your hands anymore.
Jiung seems all too aware of his advantage as he just smiles devilishly at you. “None of that,” he chides, before letting his middle finger press through your folds and circle teasingly around the outside of your entrance.
“You’re not winning yourself any favour with this,” you try to warn again through laboured breaths. You want to reach down and shove him in or do it yourself if you have to. You hate how much you’re already affected by just a few teasing brushes.
“I think I know what I’m doing,” he says, his deep voice dripping with conceit as he lets his finger tease you for another agonizing moment before he’s pressing it all the way inside in one smooth slide until you can feel the cold of the ring around his finger against your folds.
You gasp, your walls clenching down on his finger that’s long and slim and reaching inside you so deep. He keeps it still in there, lets you writhe for a while before he shows you mercy and then he’s pulling it out all the way and then pushing it back in, starting to pump it in and out of you in a slow rhythm. But it’s enough to feel like everything after all the build up, enough to have you clutching your sheets and breathing heavily.
You see Intak clutching himself over his jeans in a vice grip as he watches Jiung’s finger work in and out of you, the lewd sounds of your slick coating the way in and out the only sound along with your mingled breaths.
Soon, it’s a second finger, and then a third one at that same, torturing speed. His movements are sharp and precise, aimed to bring you as much ruin as possible with each motion. “She just takes me right in,” Jiung mutters as he watches in awe with how quickly your walls accommodate his third finger. You’re not sure if he’s talking to Intak or just himself. You don’t have the mind to pay attention when you’re heaving and whimpering with every brush of his cold rings against your folds each time his fingers sink all the way in.
“Please,” you mumble, your hips bucking up involuntarily in search for more. Your neglected clit throbs with no reprieve.
“Could probably fuck her right now, no problem,” Intak mumbles, still palming himself through his jeans, denied from relieving himself any further by Jiung for the sake of the game. The game that you wouldn’t play a part in if you knew it would lead to being tortured like this.
You don’t know what it was, whether it was your plea or Intak’s words, that seems to snap Jiung’s patience, and without a warning, he’s fucking his fingers into you at a fast, relentless pace.
You scramble for purchase, your body thrashing at the sudden onslaught of sensation. “J-Jiung!” You yelp, your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts with a mind of their own.
Then he crooks his fingers just right, hitting that spot inside of you, and you feel your body seize up like a taut band, ready to snap any second—
—and then he’s ripping his hand out of you and you cry out at the loss, collapsing down on the bed in a crumpled, gasping mess.
You look up at Jiung in shock, in betrayal, in anguish. “What the fuck?” You snap, but you feel like sobbing, your body crying in search of that denied payoff. You try to clamp your legs together to give your clit some stimulation but Jiung is holding your legs apart, denying you once again.
“Can’t cum just yet, doll,” Jiung says with a smirk that you’d really like to slap off his pretty face. “Wouldn’t be fair to Intak, now would it?”
Intak reanimates when he hears his name and shoves Jiung out of the way so he could take his place. You scowl at Jiung’s too proud face as he settles beside Intak, who’s staring at your core like he wants to devour it whole.
Jiung notices and quickly interjects. “Fingers first,” he says in a patronizing tone that has Intak bristling and glaring at him.
“I know what to do, shut up,” he snaps. Then he’s laser focused on you again and you wither under his intense gaze. You don’t have to plead with him before he’s prodding at your core and bumping against your clit, albeit a little clumsily, but it pools a satisfying heat in your gut so you’re not complaining.
Your legs lock up as he starts to circle your clit with his thumb, sending shocks of pleasure through your body as it finally gets some stimulation. The gasps that leave your lips would normally find you embarrassed but you can’t find yourself caring right now. But then that pressure is gone too fast and instead he’s shoving two fingers inside of you, shorter than Jiung’s but thicker, and pumping them into you at a fast pace right off the bat. Your body trembles from the sudden change, breathy moans spilling from your lips with every thrust of his hand.
“She’s so wet,” you hear him muse through your haze. He shifts his hand so that the heel of his palm presses against your aching clit with every thrust and you think you might just combust.
But the rhythm is choppier and he can’t quite pinpoint that spot inside of you so it makes the climb up to your peak slower and more frustrating, but the stimulus to your clit along with the rapid in and out of his fingers helps you get up there and you get so close again, right to the edge before Jiung cuts in.
“Not yet,” he says, voice rough with arousal as he watches you gush around Intak’s fingers.
You let out a frustrated cry when Intak pulls his fingers out of you, your body quivering at the loss.
“Poor baby,” Intak coos mockingly before he brings up his slick-coated fingers and slides them into his mouth, sucking them clean off with a satisfied hum. “Taste so sweet.”
You cunt throbs pathetically at the sight.
“Well?” Jiung says, bringing your attention back to him. “Who was it this time?”
You scowl at him, the one who’s denied you twice now, but the one whose fingers you’re craving to have back inside of you. You don’t want to admit that though, not after he’s tortured you like that.
Jiung sees your inner turmoil and grins. “Don’t lie, pretty. It’s just gonna be your loss in the end if you do.”
You take a deep breath. How could you keep forgetting?
You face him with a faux saccharine smile, though the way your body still tremors surely undercuts the effect. “It’s you, Jiungie,” you say in a voice that’s just as sweet and just as taunting.
You immediately regret it when his expression shifts with dark glee. You don’t even get time to process what’s happening before he’s shoving his way between your legs, pushing them apart with his hands, and burying his face into your heat. He’s lapping through your folds and flicking his tongue against your swollen bud, before he attaches his lips harshly to your clit
It’s at once that it all comes rushing back and this time it doesn’t stop. It comes and it comes and it comes as you clamp your thighs around his head, push his face further into you with your hand in his hair, and frantically grind your clit against his laving tongue.
Your orgasm slams through you, your body seizing up and your mouth falling open in a silent scream as you feel wave after wave of white hot pleasure roll through you. You’re not sure how long it lasts before you fall back against the bed, heaving and shaking as Jiung licks you through your high and pulls you back down to earth with his fingers digging into your thighs.
You push at his head when the pleasure turns to overstimulation as he keeps licking at you, too brainless to say anything as you lay there and gasp for breath from the intense orgasm.
You’re brought out too quickly from your bubble of bliss by Intak’s seething voice. “What the hell?”
Jiung sits back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking all too pleased with himself. “Hm?”
“That was cheating!”
He quirks his brow, leaning back on his hands as he watches you, admiring the state that he’s left you in. “How so?”
Intak flounders for a moment before he glares at him. “Obviously she’s going to favour you for that, you let her cum.”
Jiung just shrugs, like he couldn’t be bothered since it’s not his problem. If you weren’t still floating out of your body, you might have cut in to mediate. But you’re not sure your voice works right now.
“If you’re so good with your mouth,” Jiung says as he shuffles out of the way. “Make her cum again on your tongue.”
Intak keeps Jiung under his ire for a moment longer than you think is necessary, quietly cursing him with his eyes. But he takes to the challenge, shifting his focus back to you.
You squirm under his gaze. “Can I get a minute?” You ask, your breaths slowly evening out.
He lowers himself down to you, laying on his stomach as he pries open your legs again. “I don’t really want to wait,” he admits, hovering over your cunt.
Your hips jolt when his breath brushes over your clit as he speaks, even just that small sensation overwhelming your sensitive nerves. He catches that and grins, his eyes dropping down to the slick mess that Jiung left behind. He leans closer, and just to be a little shit, blows right against your clit and gets you jerking again, a strangled yelp escaping your lips.
“So sensitive,” Jiung comments teasingly from where he’s sitting at the corner of the bed, brushing his thumb over the outline of his boner through his jeans.
Intak doesn’t take his eyes off of your cunt as he scolds Jiung to, “Stay out of it,” before he’s turning his head and pressing his lips against your inner thigh.
You take a shaky breath at the heat that spreads up to your core when he nips at the sensitive flesh there. The heat grows with each kiss he plants as he makes his way up but stops just before he can make contact with your twitching cunt and switches over to pay the same attention to your other thigh. He buries his lips in the nook between your inner thigh and pelvis and bites the flesh there, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your overworked clit.
“Taki,” you mumble, feeling yourself already growing needy again under his ministrations.
Intak makes a noise in the back of his throat at the nickname. “Still need a minute?” He asks cockily into the side of your folds. He’s doing everything just to give you something without giving you anything and you’re starting to feel that tension in your gut return.
You card your hand through his hair gently which gets his eyes to flit up to yours. You hold his eyes with yours, give him a small smile, then you grab a fistful of his hair and tug sharply.
Intak’s eyes roll back as his mouth falls open in a deep moan, the reaction going straight to your head and making you dizzy. He blinks his gaze back to you when you loosen your grip, but his eyes are left a little dazed. He holds your eyes for a moment, his tongue flicking out to lick his lower lip as he reels himself back, his cheeks reddening.
He looks sheepish for a moment. But then he's using his thumbs to pry apart your folds and he’s leaning in and dragging the flat of his tongue firmly against your cunt from the base all the way to your clit, his eyes rolling back again. The taste of you gets a guttural groan from him and you feel the bass of it against you, your hips jerking away from the touch to your overstimulated clit which leaves like a burn. But that doesn’t stop Intak; one taste wasn’t enough and he won’t stop until he’s sated.
“So good,” he mumbles before he buries his tongue between your folds, licking up the slick that’s starting to gather pool with whatever was left from before. He moans into you and brings your thighs over his shoulders as he continues to drink you up. “S’fuckin’ good.”
Your breaths are harder to keep in as you involuntarily buck up into his mouth, trying to push away but chase for more at the same time. You squirm where you lay at the onslaught of sensations, all sharp breaths and whimpers. Your eyes fall onto Jiung who’s watching where Intak is burying himself into you with dark eyes and his palm digging onto his hardened length. You’re not sure if you’re too pleasure drunk but you think you see his eyes on Intak rather than where he’s mouthing at you.
Your attention is brought back to Intak when his lips attach to your swollen clit and you feel the rapid flicks of the tip of his tongue against it. You cry out, your hand digging harder into his head, pushing him farther into you but he seems all too eager to suffocate himself in your cunt.
The burn is fading from pain to pleasure now as Intak continues earnestly sucking at you. You can see through the fog that he’s starting to half heartedly grind himself into the mattress, a sight that sends your head spinning for a moment. He detaches from your clit with a final flick of his tongue before he diverts to your entrance, licking up the fresh wave of arousal that’s pooled there. He groans at the taste, the vibrations from his tongue sending you squirming. “Taste so good,” he groans again before he digs his tongue inside and starts to fuck you rapidly with it in single minded focus, his eyes falling closed as he gives all of himself into it.
You roll your hips in tandem with his tongue, fucking yourself up onto it with your thighs clamping against the sides of his head. A moan rips out of you when you feel the tip of his nose rubbing against your clit with every movement, and that’s what starts to bring your next orgasm barrelling through you in mere moments. It comes faster than you expect, quicker than the first, rushing through you before you can prepare for it.
“Intak!” You yell as you come, your upper body springing up off the bed as your climax rips through you. Intak tries to press himself even further in as he licks you up, not letting a single drop slip past him as you gush onto his tongue. Your hand stays buried in his hair as you grind up against his face while he grunts and moans as he drinks you all up and brings you through your high.
You collapse back down, gasping for air as your thighs release his head, and your hips start to buck away from him as you teeter into overstimulation again. Intak slowly detaches from you with a soft kiss to your aching clit, rising up on his elbows.
And the sight of him— cheeks flushed, mouth covered in your slick, and eyes dazed and far away as he stares at your twitching folds like he had genuinely gotten drunk off the taste of you— has you clenching around nothing.
You feel yourself freeze when his eyes flick up to yours, hunger still rampant behind the haze as he pants for air.
Then he’s looking away from you and back at Jiung, who’s watching Intak a little stunned with his mouth slightly agape, his hand still tightly grasping himself through his dark jeans. He bristles out of his stupor when Intak looks at him, a red tinge flushing over his pale cheeks.
“How’s that for good?” Intak asks cockily, voice rough like he’s the one who went through it.
Jiung blinks and steels his expression to an unreadable, neutral one. “Not for me to decide, is it?” He says as he glances up at you.
It takes a second for you to catch on. Intak sits back and you press your legs together, sitting up and shuffling back further to sit against the headboard. You try not to wince and tremble as you do but you’re still feeling the tremors of the aftermath and it doesn’t get past Intak and Jiung as they watch you.
“So?” Jiung urges. “Who is it?”
You glance between the two of them, chewing on your lower lip. “Intak gets that one,” you say, and Jiung surprisingly doesn’t seem affronted by that, rather nods like he’d been expecting it.
Intak grins but it doesn’t stay for long. “Wait. That makes us tied again.”
You swallow, nodding. “I guess it does.” You try to convince yourself that you’re not just prolonging this for your own pleasure; but when you think harder, you really can’t choose who you prefer.
“Well the only thing left is for us to fuck you,” Jiung says and Intak’s eyes light up again.
“Nope,” you say immediately, ignoring the way your core pulses in interest at the thought of having them, both of them, inside you. Letting them both have you wouldn’t solve your problem, no matter how tempting it is; it might just make things worse. You can’t even imagine the chaos that might ensue if you had to split your time for both of them while also keeping them satisfied.
Intak nearly whines. “What? How else are we supposed to keep going then?”
“I could use four fingers this time,” Jiung offers.
“Nope,” you say again, smiling a little at their growing frustration. Your smile widens as an idea comes to you, one that’s probably taking things a little too far and probably unfair, but one that’s far more tempting than having both of them. “I have an idea.”
Jiung narrows his eyes at you. “I don’t trust that smile.”
“You probably shouldn’t.”
Intak groans, reaching over to tug impatiently at your ankle. “Just tell us.”
You tilt your head, letting your eyes rake over the both of them, pausing on Jiung as a smirk plays on your lips. You can’t ignore the way you noticed Jiung watching Intak, so really, you wouldn’t be completely over the line proposing this, even if it was largely for your own entertainment. But they seem willing enough to do what it takes for you and it’s just too tempting to not take advantage of that. Well, that's what you’ve already been doing so far. What’s a little more?
“I want to make this a little more interesting,” you say, smoothing your dress down to cover yourself up. “Whoever can make the other cum first, wins.”
The next few moments are silent as they stare at you, trying to make sense of the words that have just come out of your mouth. You try to smother your smirk but fail, thrilled and satisfied with the way they’re both left speechless. If this is a battle between them both, what better way than to settle this by defeating the other?
When the proposition finally processes for Jiung, he glares at you. But you don’t miss the way the red on his cheeks deepen to a crimson. “What kind of idea is that?”
You shrug, your smirk pulling into a wide grin. “A fair one. If you want to back out, you can. But that means Intak wins.”
Jiung’s scowl deepens. Intak blinks rapidly as it seems to finally click for him. But he doesn’t complain like you expected he might have; he just goes silent as he turns his head to stare at Jiung.
They’re in another one of their silent conversations but the air feels charged with something else now, something heavier.
Jiung’s jaw tightens as his gaze hardens on Intak, warning. “Don’t,” he says quietly.
But Intak’s eyes only fall to Jiung’s lips, tongue flicking over his own subconsciously. The motion gets Jiung’s attention and his expression falters just a little. Intak catches that and takes the opportunity, lurching forward to grab the collars of Jiung’s shirt and crush their lips together. Jiung’s hands fly up to clutch Intak’s wrists, tensing up all over under Intak’s grasp.
You can only watch with bated breath as Intak pulls back to look down at Jiung, an unrelenting fire in his eyes as he waits for some sort of response. When Jiung does nothing, he shuffles over to settle on Jiung’s lap, straddling him.
Jiung swallows as his resolve cracks a little more, looking up at Intak with a look that’s more conflicted now, hesitant and like he’s having to control himself. You don’t miss the way his Adam’s apple bobs with a rough swallow, the way his blush climbs up his ears and down his neck, the way his fingers dig into Intak’s wrists but don’t push.
“C’mon, hyung,” you hear Intak whisper, shifting to align his hips right above Jiung’s. He glances over to the clock on the wall, the one you probably should have been keeping a closer eye on. “We don’t have much time.” You can’t be bothered to check the clock to see if that’s actually true, your gaze is glued to the scene playing out in front of you, in your bed, like some sort of fucked up fetish fantasy come to life.
Jiung takes in a sharp breath and parts his lips to let it out as a quiet grunt, his brows furrowing in concentration. It’s that stubbornness in him that’s taking rein in spite of what he actually wants, what he seems to crave more now than anything.
But then Intak is rolling his hips down in a pointed grind and all resolve is thrown out the window as Jiung crashes his lips to Intak’s in a hard, demanding kiss.
Intak fights back just as hard, because it’s more of a battle than it is a kiss, and Jiung moves one hand to dig into Intak’s hair before pulling hard.
Intak whimpers as his head is yanked back, exposing the expanse of his neck that Jiung immediately wraps his free hand around to squeeze and cut off blood flow.
You’re left breathless when Intak seems to immediately crumble under Jiung’s hands, letting out a choked moan as his eyes roll back, lips parting with ragged breaths. Like they’re disconnected from his thoughts and any sense of control, his hips buck frantically against Jiung’s like he’s doing anything he can to prolong every bit of pleasure rushing to his head.
Jiung seems just as taken aback with how quickly Intak submits under his touch, but that shock quickly shifts into hunger, hot and eager as he grinds his hips up, making Intak let out another needy whine.
“Fuck,” Jiung breathes before he’s letting go only to push Intak onto his back and climb on top of him, straddling him and grinding his cock right down onto Intak’s boner.
Intak yelps out in pleasure. “H-Hyung!” He gasps, his hands scrambling to find purchase on Jiung’s hips as Jiung rewraps his hand around his throat, holding him down as he repeats the motion in hurried, unrelenting movements.
Jiung looks unbelievable; his brows pinched with concentration, his jaw working over grit teeth as he tries to fight against the grunts slipping through his own lips, the thin sheen of sweat clinging to his skin and giving him an unearthly glow. His eyes are impossibly dark as he focuses on Intak’s face, drinking in every little reaction he’s getting from the boy, the very one he’s been spitting fire back and forth with for months now, reduced to nothing but a whining, writhing mess under his very hands.
Intak looks just as unreal; his face completely blissed out and twitching with every shock of pleasure, eyes glazed over and teary as they look reverently up at Jiung, plush lips parted as he pants, his own hips bucking up pathetically but being overwhelmed by Jiung’s stronger ones, being pressed into the mattress by them as he’s helpless to do anything but take it all for once with no space to fight back.
You’re breathless as you watch them, the sight and sounds of their breaths and moans making you heady with another wave of arousal, an even stronger one this time around. You have to clamp your thighs to relieve that throbbing that’s persisting in your core.
Intak suddenly scrambles to grab onto Jiung’s arm that’s holding him down by the neck, making pathetic little whines as his body trembles and jerks under Jiung. You can tell by the panicked look in his eye that he’s nearing the edge and won’t last much longer.
Jiung doesn’t miss it; he never misses anything. “What’s wrong?” He asks, tone taunting, emphasizing it with a hard grind over Intak’s cock. His voice is rough and gravelly through laboured breaths, a sound that goes right to your core. “Where’s your fight, Taki?”
Intak whimpers and thrashes under him, a small tear hanging precariously off the corner of his eye. “P-Please!” He pants.
“Please what?” Jiung scowls, tightening his hand around his throat that has Intak’s jaw dropping and eyes rolling back. He laughs coldly at the pathetic whine that Intak lets out when he loosens his hand again. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you watch while I fuck her.”
Intak lets out a grunt of protest, seeming too blissed out and overwhelmed to form words anymore. His nails dig into Jiung’s exposed forearm, whether to brace himself or as retaliation, you don’t know.
Jiung seems unphased as he leans down to whisper into his ear, but you catch the words regardless, and the command in his voice nearly has you reacting.
“Just as long as you just come for me.”
The next moment seems to pause in frame as Intak goes completely silent and his body freezes up. Jiung takes the opportunity and rolls his hips down, hard, and that has Intak wailing as his entire body jerks so hard that it nearly has Jiung toppling off. But Jiung stays planted on, doubling down and rocking Intak through his orgasm as the boy practically sobs through it, trembling with it before going completely boneless, his arms dropping at his sides, his jaw going slack as he pants, his eyes going faraway again, the tear at his eye finally making its way down.
All Jiung can do is stare down at Intak as he slows to a stop, his hand loosening around his throat but staying put. The only sound is Intak’s ragged breaths, Jiung’s deep, stable ones, and your stuttering ones as you try to keep ahold of your sanity.
You watch as Jiung watches Intak, savouring the state of mess he’s left him in. Then Jiung’s eyes are snapping up to yours and you nearly flinch from the intensity of them. His gaze is everything Jiung encompasses— calculating, authoritative, demanding— but dialed to eleven.
His smile is wolfish and downright terrifying as he commands, “Dress off, sweetheart.”
You find yourself complying without a second thought, slipping your dress off with limbs that don’t quite feel like yours. Jiung’s hands are on you within seconds and he’s throwing you down onto your stomach with rough and hurried movements. You perch yourself up to your hands and find that you’re facing where he’d left Intak laid out at the foot of your bed.
Intak is blinking slowly like he’s regaining consciousness and then looking at you, eyes still faraway as he watches with growing interest.
You don’t get much time to worry about him before you feel Jiung’s hand sliding up the length of your spine, warm and rough with use against your bare skin, before stopping between your shoulder blades and pushing down. You follow the guide of his hand, bracing yourself down on your elbows as you arch your hips up to him.
You feel filthy in this position, nerves crackling hot up your spine with anticipation and a bit of fear in tandem. But you find yourself feeling like you belong just like this, right now, for Jiung. It was well earned anyway.
Jiung’s hand slides back slowly, drawing out a shaky breath from you as he unhooks your bra along the way before he’s holding your hips, yanking you back into him so that your exposed core slams against the hard arch of his clothed cock.
You whimper when you feel the pressure of the rough fabric against your sensitive folds, immediately pushing your hips back to grind your clit against the denim, the roughness providing delicious stimulation.
Jiung tsk’s behind you as he pulls his hips back from you. “Impatient,” he mutters but then you’re hearing him undo his belt and zipper and then you’re feeling the blunt head of his cock slide between your folds, hot and heavy and pulsing against you as he collects slick. A deep groan escapes him at the contact, the sound reverberating in your skull and intertwining with the pleasure-induced fog.
“Looks like you are too,” you mutter despite your own eagerness as you try to push back again and hook him inside you.
He takes a sharp breath and grabs your hip with one hand, roughly pushing you away. But then he curses to himself and gives in, no doubt pent up from, well, everything, as he shoves himself inside your warm walls with a strained curse, burying himself to the hilt in one go.
Your gasp at the stretch of him, long and curved, as he grinds himself as deep as he can go. You clutch at your sheets, your breath stuck in your throat as you adjust to his size while he struggles to keep himself still with both his hands like iron on your hips.
He plasters himself against your back, grunting into your ear. “Still so fucking tight.” One of his hands comes up to slide under your bra that you didn’t bother to slip off and just hangs loosely off of you, grabbing a handful of your breast and squeezing hard.
You whine at the sharp pain, your walls clenching down on his length that gets another strained grunt out of him. He latches onto your neck with his mouth, breathing roughly into your skin.
“Jiung,” you whine as he tugs at your nipple with his fingers and leaves biting kisses down your shoulder. You rock your hips back, your core burning, pulsing, craving for stimulation. “Move.”
He chuckles lowly into your neck and rocks his rips once, the slightest of movement. “Like that?”
You drop your head with a frustrated groan. “Seriously?” You snap. “How are you still being a teasing little shit?”
You should’ve learned your lesson by now not to provoke him if you want things to go your way. But after everything tonight, all the edging and the stringing along and the waiting, you just wanted this one simple thing; to be fucked right. But you regret your words when you feel his arm snake around your throat and he’s straightening up on his knees, pulling you up with your back plastered to his chest, his cock shifting inside of you at the new angle.
You scramble to raise up with him with a panicked gasp, bracing your hands on his forearm and pushing so he doesn’t choke you with his tight hold. You squirm in his grip, his satin shirt rustling against your back at the movement.
“What do you think, Taki?” You hear him say beside your ear. “Should I give her what she wants?”
Your eyes snap down to meet Intak’s which are already looking up at you with rampant attention. It’s only then that you notice that he’s already straining against the dark spot on his jeans again.
He takes one look at your pleading gaze and breathes out shakily, putting a hand over himself and palming down. “Yes,” he answers with a ragged voice.
Jiung hums and squeezes his arm around your neck, your hands doing nothing against his strength, as he whispers in your ear. “Your lucky day.” He presses a deceptively soft kiss to your ear before he’s roughly pushing you back down to your elbows and grabbing your hips again.
You don’t get the chance to thank the heavens for Intak before Jiung is pounding into you hard enough to have you nearly bucking into Intak with every rough thrust, his tight grip on your hips keeping you from toppling out of his control.
You scramble for purchase, one hand finding the sheets and the other finding Intak’s arm. Your moans are fucked out of you along with every other thought in your brain as Jiung carves himself into your pulsing walls, going harder with every frantic thrust.
It’s not long before he’s got you teetering on the edge with every push of his cock against that gummy spot inside of you. Your face is pushed against the bed with Jiung’s hand holding your head down, your bleary eyes locked onto Intak’s as he desperately fists himself, when you hear a loud wave of cheers sounding from the ground floor.
Jiung plasters himself against your back again, bringing one hand down to rub tight circles over your clit as he pushes you right to the edge.
“Happy New Year, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear, and then has you toppling over the edge, bringing himself right down with you.
You’re left there boneless and dripping with Jiung when you see from the corner of your eye as he and Intak share a secret smile, leaving you to wonder distantly through the fucked-out haze if maybe you’d fallen into a trap you didn’t realize was laid out from the first hello.
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⋆˚࿔ piwon as different types of stoners + their preferred method of getting high ࿔˚⋆
pairing: ot6 p1harmony x fem!reader
genre: fluff (theo/jiung), smut (MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI)
cw: usage of weed in many forms, kissing, making out, dry humping, hickeys (m & f receiving), implied cunnilingus (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), penetrative sex (unsaid birth control), riding, car sex, shotgunning smoke
wc: ~190-200 per member
author’s note ~ happy late 4/20 <3 would you believe me if i thought of this idea while i was high? also first time ever writing smut gulp… hope you enjoy!
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keeho: stoner bf x stoner gf + pen
nights spent together high are extremely common, consisting of a perfectly curated playlist, led lights set to a color of your choosing, and keeho’s pen being passed back and forth between the two of you. it’s also during these nights that you frequently end up on keeho’s lap, shirts discarded, your hands tangled in his hair as your tongues fight for dominance. his hands grip your waist as he pulls you down against his hardening cock, both of you sighing at the heightened pleasure the weed was giving you before you start to move your hips. quiet moans spill from your lips as keeho trails open mouthed kisses down your neck and along your shoulder, leaving hickeys in spots only he’ll be able to see. even when he’s high, he doesn’t miss the way your breath catches when your hips speed up, helping you reach a different high that sends intense waves of pleasure throughout your entire body. you’re still recovering from your orgasm as keeho flips you over, your back hitting the bed as he rids you and himself of clothes, preparing to make you feel good for the rest of the night.
theo: casual enjoyer bf x stoner gf + prerolls
taeyang’s not one to smoke often, but he finds himself saying yes to your offers of joining you more often than not. his one condition is that you have his favorite prerolls ready for when he comes over, and they sit along with the lighter and ashtray on the balcony table upon his arrival, along with a bottle of water and a big bag of chips to snack on as you each take a seat. taeyang gets through half his joint before he reaches a comfortable high, sober enough to keep an eye on you yet intoxicated enough to feel melted into the chair. he listens to you as you talk about your day, reaching over across the little table to take ahold of your hand, his sign to you that he’s ready to go inside. you both stand as you keep talking, him leading you to sit the couch, pulling your legs over his as you keep talking. he rubs circles on your thighs, listening as you start to ramble about something completely off topic, and taeyang takes the chance to kiss your jaw, your cheek, and finally your lips as he feels you melt into the kiss.
jiung: occasional enjoyer bestie x stoner bestie + edibles
the first time jiung asked if he could get high with you caught you very off guard. you had to triple check with him that he was serious and ready before handing him a joint, showing him how to use it and taking it away as soon as you realized he was coughing way too much for either of your likings. you offered to have him try an edible next time to save him the pain of a coughing fit, and he accepted, now sitting on your couch as he stared at the show you put on for background noise. you sat next to him, watching for any signs of discomfort or greening out, even though you made sure to give him only a couple milligrams. he felt your eyes on him, turning to face you, giggling a little at the concern etched on your face. what was even more surprising to you than the first time he asked to smoke, though, was the way he shifted and laid his head on your lap, closing his eyes in content. he was asleep by the time you comprehended the situation, not letting you leave the couch until he woke back up.
intak: casual enjoyer friend(?) x stoner crush + disposable
if there was one thing intak liked doing with you, it was being high in the comfort of his apartment. he always makes sure to keep a disposable cartridge in his drawer, almost exclusively bringing it out when you came over. this time, you had shown up with takeout, taking a few hits each off the cart before eating and starting a movie. both of you were significantly high half an hour into the movie, food gone, you leaning against his shoulder as you watched the movie. intak, who had been sneaking glances at you the whole time, pressed a kiss to your temple before he could stop himself, rambling an apology as he was met with your wide eyes. he felt your lips crash onto his before he could finish his apology, however, kissing you back with just as much fervor. his hands rubbed your waist as you hovered over him, sucking hickeys to his neck and savoring the whines coming out of his mouth before moving to kneel in between his legs. now it was his turn to widen his eyes, whines getting louder as you take him into your mouth, his hand gripping your hair for support.
soul: stoner bf x frequent enjoyer gf + bong
shota’s most prized possession is the bong you had gotten him as an anniversary present, letting no one smoke out of it except for the two of you. he always took care when packing the bowl, making sure it was perfect for you before helping you light it since he knew you struggled. soon, you’re laying with your back against his chest as he peppers kisses on your face and neck, seemingly innocent and definitely distracting you from the way his fingers were wandering dangerously close to the waistband of your lounge shorts. he kisses you as he slips his hand past the threshold, swallowing your gasp as he rubs your clit over your panties. you whine, hips lifting to seek more of his touch, whimpering when he moves your panties to the side and continues to tease you. it’s only when he gets you to use your words and ask for his fingers inside of you does he comply, inserting one and quickly adding another once he feels how wet you’ve become. shota’s able to find your sweet spot easily, fingers curling just right, earning loud moans from you as he works you into a powerful finish.
jongseob: fwb plug x frequent buyer + blunt
you always told yourself that you’d pick up your order from jongseob, thank him, and walk away, but it was always easier said than done. he’d always find a way to rope you into a conversation, mention how hot you looked, somehow entice you into the backseat of his car to hotbox, and eventually rail you into tomorrow. now, as you walked the short distance from your apartment to your meeting spot at the park, you told yourself you were really going to go through with your plan this time, but one look at him and his little smile told you it was going to be the same ordeal as all the ones beforehand. twenty minutes later, you were on his lap in the backseat, his dick buried in your pussy as you both work through the blunt he brought, smoke filling the car as you moved your hips. he takes the last hit from the blunt as you ride him, pulling you in and shotgunning the smoke into your mouth before pulling back and grabbing your waist, thrusting up into you and helping you to finish before he drops you off back at your apartment like a gentleman.
𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ even after two years of marriage, husband!gojo still enjoys indulging you whenever you 'fangirl' about him :: tags. wife!reader. fluff.
“and and and, his smile ‘s just so beautiful,” you sigh dreamily, resting your head on satoru’s lap. you’re both enjoying the cozy night in your shared apartment. with no one bothering you—with no regards for the world that’s continuing its cycle outside.
satoru chuckles as he pats your head slowly, taking his time to appreciate every feature of yours. from your pink-ish lips to your pretty eyes. he’s so in love with the creation the universe has gifted him. he nods attentively, “yeah? what else?”
you giggle as he indulges you. it’s a habit of yours, to fangirl over your husband like you’re not literally his wife. satoru finds it absolutely adorable. plus, it boosts his ego. in a very good way.
“aaaand, he’s caring. that’s the one thing i love most about him,” you continue to ramble about your little ‘crush’ on the so-called ‘mysterious white-haired sorcerer’. satoru wishes he could capture this moment and keep repeating it over and over in his head.
the way you talk about your crush—him—is filling his stomach with butterflies. your husband can’t deny the faint blush on his cheeks and the fuzzy feeling in his chest. you keep getting cuter and cuter the more time passes.
when he thinks you’ve reached a state of perfection in his eyes, you prove him wrong and go beyond that. “caring, hm? he must treat my princess real good then,” satoru hums and continues petting your head. his other hand rubs your stomach—fingers creeping under the material of your nightgown.
“he does,” you nod in agreement, “he treats me so well. i don’t know how i got so lucky to have met him.” you squirm a little as you feel satoru’s slender fingers graze your midriff, going back down to your belly and then back up your chest again. his touch is so intimate and loving. you’re spoiled. spoiled rotten by his affection.
satoru sighs. his white lashes flutter shut for a second. hearing you say such stuff makes him want to check if it’s reality he’s in. if it isn’t another too-good-to-be-true dream of his. no one had loved him as much as you did.
it feels good to know that he’s wanted. needed.
“no, i think he is the lucky one,” satoru continues. his hand petting your head stops and he moves it to rub your cheek tenderly. he leans his head down, the tips of your noses touching. he whispers, “having a pretty girl like you love him so dearly… yeah, he’s won the lottery.”
your heart skips a beat. satoru’s words leave you speechless. you don’t know if you can keep up the little silly act anymore. his flirting, the teasing and the genuineness behind his words—it’s all too much.
you grab the back of his head and push his lips down against yours. satoru’s breath hitches for a second before he gives in to you. he visibly melts, eyes closing and hands tightening their grip around your body.
“mmh,” satoru lets out a content moan. he loves you. he’s glad he’s met you and he’s glad he made you his wife two years back. you’re the only one for him. death won’t do you apart—no—he promised you on your wedding day that it wouldn’t.
you kiss him like it’s your last kiss on earth. the spark between you is still as warm and strong as it was when you met. the people who’ve warned you about the ‘honeymoon phase’ are clearly all wrong. they aren’t aware of the strength your bond with satoru has. you’re inseparable.
“i love you,” you sigh against satoru’s glossy lips and he deepens the kiss after that.
somebody loves him. somebody cares for him. that’s all he needs in life. his life is complete with you in it.
he smiles against your lips and says the three words back, with more passion than ever before, “i love you too, my angel.”
nothing will ever separate you. not fate. not anyone.
