comments: i wrote this solely for my wife @wonubug it's lowkey doodoo shit from a butt & idc bcs i love them and thats all that matters. anyways hope u enjoy :3
synopsis ▸ when jiung gets caught practically stripping on stage, you’re none too happy to find out just how showy your boyfriend is for his fans. but when you banish him from the bedroom, he manages to weasel his way back into more than just your bed.
δ — nsfw (mdni), smut, extremely needy jiung, degradation/anger kink, fucking while they're mad sorta, one sided arguments (reader yells and jiung just takes it and gets horny), unprotected sex, creampie
ᯓ an — thank u lily for bringing my motivation back with this scrumptious idea <3 this is just porn with a little plot bc i would be mad asf if i was his gf and he was out on stage lifting his shirt and telling people its because he was wet yeah u were mf i see u
“Choi Jiung.”
Jiung hasn’t even taken one step into his home, and he knows already that he’s in deep, deep shit.
For what, he can’t surmise. Though he might have an inkling.
He shuts the door behind him very slowly, takes his shoes off very slowly, then rounds the corner from the hall into the living room very, very slowly.
And there you are, standing against the island with your arms crossed. You don’t look angry, and that’s the worst part. You just stare at him, expecting, like he’s the one who called this impromptu intervention.
He doesn’t dare speak first because he knows whatever he says will be the wrong thing anyway.
But when you keep staring at him, eyes growing narrower by the micron as the steely seconds pass, he’s left with no choice.
“I missed you—“
“What the hell is this?” Your voice makes him step back, startled at the sudden way you step forward and shove your phone into his space.
He blinks rapidly, the screen coming into focus.
It’s a looped, blurry video of him on Twitter, lifting his shirt and exposing himself—butterflies and all—in the middle of a performance, on stage and in front of thousands of people... thousands of women. Well, that’s what it seems like but all he remembers is trying to detach the sticky fabric off his skin.
But watching it now, it looks… suspicious… and when he lifts his gaze back to you, the glare explains it all.
“Wait, no, that’s not what it—“
“Not what it looks like?” You huff, shoving the phone in your pocket. He stammers silently, unsure how he’s somehow said the wrong thing again.
“The shirt was wet! I was—“
“So you had to flash everyone?”
Well, truly he can’t remember what he was doing. His brain goes on autopilot sometimes during the shows and the questionable things he does aren't really in his control. That’s stage Jiung, not normal Jiung. Stage Jiung is the promiscuous harlot, not him!
He means to say all of this. But all his brain can make him do is gape like a fish.
You click your tongue, and in his 24 years of life Jiung has never felt so chastised—not even when his dad found him after he ran away from home that second time.
You turn to leave and Jiung lurches forward, grabbing you by the arm.
“Love, I promise that wasn’t me—“
Okay, that came out wrong.
You whip around again, your glare somehow even sharper, and Jiung nearly curls into himself.
“Oh? Who was it then, prancing around the stage like a show whore?”
His face burns, his body burns. He knows you’re upset with him, but his dick doesn’t seem to get that hint.
He swallows down his pride, wringing his hands together, eyes flitting away. “…Stage Jiung?”
The silence is somehow worse.
Then a sigh, and you’re turning away again.
“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”
And you leave him there, kind of scared that he’d actually pushed it too far this time, and kind of turned on that it just makes him want to push more.
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You should’ve known that banishing Jiung to the living room would be a fruitless attempt. He’s clingier than you are possessive, and keeping him away from you for more than a workday is like depriving him of oxygen.
So, soon enough, when it hasn’t even been an hour since you’d tucked into bed, you hear his soft footsteps pad eagerly up to your door.
You take a breath, mentally preparing yourself for a war of attrition, completely determined to not let him win this time.
Even his quiet, endearing little “jagi?” as he pokes his head into the room doesn’t sway you. You shut your eyes quickly in hopes that he’ll just change his mind and go away.
He doesn’t.
“I know you’re not asleep,” he says, and his tone is so stringy and drawn out and warm in the way that makes you want to coddle him that you nearly hurl a pillow at his head.
It makes you violent sometimes just how cute he can be with his voice alone.
You let out an irritated huff, sharply turning to face away from him.
Like the nuisance that he is, he crawls into the space behind you anyway. You curse yourself for not keeping it all occupied to steer him away.
He’s quiet for a while, and you’re fine to just let it go and go to sleep without saying anything to make your point, but then he’s talking to you again in that tiny voice of his.
“Are you really ignoring me?”
You grit your teeth. Yes, you yell telepathically.
It’s a strategy, you remind yourself. He knows how to weaponize his cuteness. You’re not falling prey to it again.
You feel a gentle tug at your hair—he must be twirling it around his finger like he always does when he wants to just be connected to you somehow.
You’re about to turn around and bat him away—but then he’s plastering himself to your back.
“Please don’t ignore me,” he whines into the back of your head. Then, he grinds his hips against your ass, and your eyes snap open at the prominent hardness you feel prodding against you. He buries his face into your shoulder, his hot breath hitting your neck. “‘M so hard… help me?”
You squeeze your eyes shut, pursing your lips as you turn your face into the pillow.
Fuck, what the hell are you supposed to do now?
Nothing, your brain supplies.
But Jiung gets restless without attention, and very persistent. He’s bound to wear you down.
Whatever, he hasn’t earned the grace of your attention. If he wants to get off, he can get off himself.
“Tried on my own. Didn’t work,” he grumbles like he’s got a gateway into your inner thoughts.
You hold in a gasp as he adjusts himself to slot his bulge against you, giving just enough pressure against you that has you nearly pushing back for more. You hold yourself strong.
And he hates it, clicking his tongue as he ruts helplessly against you again like that’ll get you to cave.
“Jagi,” he whines again, drawing out the word as he shoves his face into the back of your head.
You swallow down your hammering heart, squeezing your thighs shut to quell the growing burn.
The thin fabric of your sleep shorts is a feeble barrier to hide the way his cock pulses against you with heavy need.
He lets out a short grunt, frustrated when you still don’t respond.
“Fine,” he huffs and you can almost hear the pout.
You think it’s a cue to him leaving and you nearly protest the idea—until you hear the shuffle of clothes and then feel the blunt head of his cock nudging against the back of your clothed cunt.
“Just—” He cuts off with a guttural groan as he traces your slit, the heated line of pressure of his cock carving through you as he pushes into the warm crevice created between your thighs.
His arms wrap around your waist, clinging desperately as he messily bucks into you, slathering your silk shorts with his precum and quickly making you make a mess of it too with your own growing arousal.
“Please,” he mumbles, words slurred against your ear. “Jus’ let me have this… just this, ‘ma make you feel—hah—feel good too…”
You fight to hold in every little noise that threatens to escape you whenever he nudges against your clit, but the pressure is so quick and short lived that you kind of want to throw a tantrum and demand he fuck you properly. But that would mean him winning. And you’re very egotistical in that sense, maybe even worse than him.
Your fist clutches into the sheets as he drives himself against you, very uncoordinated and clumsy, but the careless noises that spill out of him that he would normally contain point to that fact that he couldn’t give more of a fuck about anything if it doesn’t mean him getting to cum.
And it’s becoming almost unbearable for you to hold it all in, with the thick pressure of his cock sliding against your heat just a barrier away, so hot and so enticing.
Your cunt weeps with the emptiness. And you nearly sob when he stops moving, just for a second.
“‘M sorry I’ve been misbehaving,” he mumbles into your ear, gasping when he starts to rut into you again, even quicker and even clumsier. “Promise it was a mistake… fuck—” he breaks when his cock slips into the leg of your shorts, pushing into the wet mess of your folds.
You can’t hold your gasp back then, your body seizing at the sudden friction of his bare cock against you.
“Sorry,” he gasps, but just starts to fuck into that space anyway, apparently not very sorry.
He holds your hip with one hand to keep you still, whimpering when his tip catches against your hole.
And instead of heeding his own word to get himself off and pulling away, he pushes in.
“Sorry!” He gasps again, grunting at the tight heat of you clamping down at the sudden intrusion.
“J-Jiung,” you heave, starting to squirm, but your train of thought gets completely derailed when he starts chanting ‘sorry, sorry, sorry,’ as he just pushes in and in and in until he’s seated deep inside you.
You both settle with deep, shuddering breaths, bodies seized tight to get used to the feeling after days of nothing.
And then you push your hips back, just a little, and the dam breaks.
He clamps both his hands on your hips, pulls you back into an arch, and starts pounding into you, whispering and begging and sobbing into your hair about how he needs you, wants you, has to cum in you or he won’t be able to sleep.
And it drives you mad, how even after thoroughly pissing you off, he somehow manages to piss you off even more with how good he can fuck that anger out of you.
Your body melts into the mattress as he flips you down and pistons you into it, muttering his apologies and singing his gratitude.
“Won’t be bad ever again,” he vows into the back of your shoulder as he fucks right into that gummy spot inside you. “‘M just yours—fuck, thankyouthankyouthankyou—fuck!”
His cock pulses inside you, but just before he can spill, he rips himself off of you and flips you over.
Because Jiung has an obsession with filling you with his cum that it doesn’t matter what position you’re in, he’ll fold you in half and drive in as deep as he can to make sure he’s giving it to you properly.
And you lay there, eyes rolled to the back of your head as the warmth of his cum pools deep in your womb, his head buried in your chest, that you thank whatever power that’s out there that makes him act like a whore on stage, because none of them know just what Jiung reduces himself to for you and only you.
SUMMARY: When you and your random op on football (soccer.) stan twitter start to do more than just argue..?
DISCLAIMERS: reader and keeho are twitter chuds. (jongseob cameo, say hi Luke.) stan twitter is a serious topic for me so i don’t play. this is also a LOT of my dumb footballer propaganda!!!!, BUT it’s all in good fun!!! i have neutral feelings for Jude Bellingham, idc abt him, but i am Erling Haaland FC down and always. argentina slander is all a joke, messi is and will always be goat ok?
NOTES: this is solely for my best friend in the whole world slash my wife my love forever, my rev :3 @wdcsvt ily baby
💌 mika’s message! sorry he is SUCH a loser in this i’m fucking crying , I LOVE STAN TWITTER, AND THANK YOU SPAIN FOR TAKING ARGENTINA DOWN. sorry not sorry messi. ur still goat tho … kinda…. idk.
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: ̗̀➛ watching your boyfriend move his hips like that on stage.. you couldnt help but find him back stage and pull him for a quickie!
: ̗̀➛ warnings: semi-public sex, piv unprotected, quickie, not proofread im sorry
: ̗̀➛ wc: 684
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“shh, shh.” he says, trying not to laugh as you both sneak into the storage closet back stage.
you were in the crowd during the horror haven fanmeet, having fun and laughing at your boyfriend and his friends on stage. you were having a great time! until you werent.
intak wouldnt tell you anything about his solo stage, as he wanted you to be there and be surprised when he did it, and boy were you surprised.
first of all, the suit pants and button up. then he had the actual nerve to go center stage and basically fuck the air, knowing damn well you were in the crowd.
as soon as it was over, you basically pushed people out of the way to get backstage, which you were allowed to because staff knows you.
you met him just as he was walking back towards the dressing room, then he basically dragged you away when you started whisper yelling at him for being a slut before telling him he made you horny.
and thats how you ended up in the storage closet, him laughing at your neediness.
“you find this shit funny?” you ask, unzipping his pants.
“a little.” he replies, head down, watching your fingers tush to free him. “i think youre cute.”
you roll your eyes, pulling his pants down just enough, leaving him to do the rest.
“how much time do we have?” you asks, lifting your skirt up to reveal your panties, and obvious wet spot in the center.
“probably like ten minutes? maybe less.” he says, one hand reaching in his boxers, pulling himself out, the other moving into your underwear, middle finger finding your clit,
you moan softly, your pussy already completely soaked. he smiles, scooting closer, pressing his finger against you harder.
“fuck, intak.. we dont have time. just fuck me..” you whine, legs buckling under him.
he laughs, his arms moving under your thighs and lifting you up.
“if we werent on a time crunch, wouldve made you wait. youre lucky.” he said, lining his tip up with your hole.
you wrap your legs around him, and before you get to say anything smart back, because he knows damn well he cant say no to you, he pushes inside you, presses you further into the wall, and starts to fuck you.
“oh my—” you start, and he immediately moves to cover your mouth, chuckling softly.
“shh, baby. you dont wanna get caught.” he says, leaning into press kisses to your neck.
he thrusts harder, using your neck to muffle his moans and whimpers, his dick hitting that spot inside of you harder everytime.
you free yourself from his hand, turning your head to whisper in his ear.
“fuck.. it feels so good. please, dont stop.” you say under your breath. he lifts his head up, pressing a kiss to your lips. his tongue forces its way in your mouth, and you accept it, yours running across his.
then, intak slows his hips, pausing his thrusts and circling his hips instead, just like he did on stage. hes still pushing in and out, but is using a different technique.
“oh god! fuck, im gonna come..” you say, and he nods.
“fuck, me too, baby. come for me. please, come for me, baby..”
his words are all it takes for you to finally finish, coming around his dick with a muffled moan. he finishes inside of you, biting down on your shoulder to keep himself grounded.
“alright, baby.. you satisfied?” he says, slowly putting you down.
you nod, fixing your panties and pulling your skirt back in place.
“yeah. i just need a shower.”
he smiles, shoving his dick back in his boxers before zipping his pants up.
“alright, i gotta go.” he says, pressing a kiss to your lips. he opens the door, peeking out to make sure no ones around before stepping out.
“same time tommorow?” he says with a wink.
you laugh, rolling your eyes and stepping out with him. “sure.” you say, giving him one more kiss before you turn and walk opposite ways.
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: ̗̀➛ a/n - HELL-OOOOO!! surprise fic bc intak needs to die for this.. alright thats all i have to say bai and hope u enjoyed <33
warnings: um fluff. big feelings. big realizations. i’m not sure the word count and um kinda proofread but im also lwk blind so idk.
💌: lemme just … yeah okay here you go 😼😼
the last week had been a long one. with you getting sick and then theo right after , to you BOTH being sick together.
having seen each other in such a vulnerable state really set a new perspective on the feelings you two had for each other and had both of you wondering if it was time to make it more. if it was sane to do so. neither of you had expressed this to each other, but your friends had both kept reassuring the both of you separately that you were doing everything right.
you and theo had known each other couple month, dating within that , gotten to know each other , and you’re friends hang out as well. you were going the right pace.
you were falling for theo slowly all this time , you knew this definitely. you knew for sure you had fallen completely in love with him when he showed you how much he cared for you even when you were at your worst. From the way he held your hair back as you puked , brought you your favorite snacks, and cuddled up next to you watching your favorite rom-coms all day. down to the very 3 words that echoed through your head, itching to be said in the comfort of his home when he’d fallen sick and you were taking care of him.
it wasn’t just you that felt like this though. theo felt it all the time , the itch to tell you how he felt for you , he thinks he’s known it for awhile. he’s not too sure when it all clicked into place, but when you visited him for practice , he saw you laughing with his friends and how well you got along , taking care of him while he was sick… the only thing he wanted to do now was kiss you stupid and tell you he loved you over and over again. he wanted to make sure he did it right though.
from the very beginning theo promised himself that anything he did with you or said,he’d do it right. you deserved that , he told himself. you deserved the world and he was set on making sure you got more than that.
theo had gone back and forth on whether or not he should ask you to be his girlfriend. he knows you both care for each other, but the thought of you not being ready for that constantly flooded his mind with skepticism. luckily his friends kept telling him how head over heels the two of you actually are for each other. the two of you were in your heads and you’d never know what would happen if you both didn’t take that next step. the two of you were just stupidly worried the other would for some reason not want to be in a relationship. but you thought back to when he called you “his girl” so obviously he wants you to be his officially some day , right ?
theo was having the same conversations with his friends , especially when you slipped up with calling him your “man” , keeho assured him that you wouldn’t have said it if that’s not what you wanted him to be. it calmed the nerves theo had coursing through his veins from all built up worry this past week.
he was sure. so sure about you. he’d never felt this way before.
so he was so sure about this next part too.
“i have a plan” he tells his friends one night during group dinner. “i need all of you to help… her friends too”.
the whole group looks at him with confused faces. except for keeho , a knowing grin spreads across his face.
“with what” jiung asks , complete confusion is etched across his face especially when he notices keeho knows something they all don’t.
“i’m going to ask yn to be my girlfriend, i want to show her how much i love and care for her , i have to do this perfectly” theo says softy. face turning red at the confession of his feelings for you to his closest friends.
everyone’s jaws go slack. jiung has the biggest smile on his face and when they see theo is completely serious , small cheers and pats on the back are welcomed from the boys before they happily agree on helping.
warnings: um fluff. big feelings. big realizations. i’m not sure the word count and um kinda proofread but im also lwk blind so idk.
💌: lemme just … yeah okay here you go 😼😼
the last week had been a long one. with you getting sick and then theo right after , to you BOTH being sick together.
having seen each other in such a vulnerable state really set a new perspective on the feelings you two had for each other and had both of you wondering if it was time to make it more. if it was sane to do so. neither of you had expressed this to each other, but your friends had both kept reassuring the both of you separately that you were doing everything right.
you and theo had known each other couple month, dating within that , gotten to know each other , and you’re friends hang out as well. you were going the right pace.
you were falling for theo slowly all this time , you knew this definitely. you knew for sure you had fallen completely in love with him when he showed you how much he cared for you even when you were at your worst. From the way he held your hair back as you puked , brought you your favorite snacks, and cuddled up next to you watching your favorite rom-coms all day. down to the very 3 words that echoed through your head, itching to be said in the comfort of his home when he’d fallen sick and you were taking care of him.
it wasn’t just you that felt like this though. theo felt it all the time , the itch to tell you how he felt for you , he thinks he’s known it for awhile. he’s not too sure when it all clicked into place, but when you visited him for practice , he saw you laughing with his friends and how well you got along , taking care of him while he was sick… the only thing he wanted to do now was kiss you stupid and tell you he loved you over and over again. he wanted to make sure he did it right though.
from the very beginning theo promised himself that anything he did with you or said,he’d do it right. you deserved that , he told himself. you deserved the world and he was set on making sure you got more than that.
theo had gone back and forth on whether or not he should ask you to be his girlfriend. he knows you both care for each other, but the thought of you not being ready for that constantly flooded his mind with skepticism. luckily his friends kept telling him how head over heels the two of you actually are for each other. the two of you were in your heads and you’d never know what would happen if you both didn’t take that next step. the two of you were just stupidly worried the other would for some reason not want to be in a relationship. but you thought back to when he called you “his girl” so obviously he wants you to be his officially some day , right ?
theo was having the same conversations with his friends , especially when you slipped up with calling him your “man” , keeho assured him that you wouldn’t have said it if that’s not what you wanted him to be. it calmed the nerves theo had coursing through his veins from all built up worry this past week.
he was sure. so sure about you. he’d never felt this way before.
so he was so sure about this next part too.
“i have a plan” he tells his friends one night during group dinner. “i need all of you to help… her friends too”.
the whole group looks at him with confused faces. except for keeho , a knowing grin spreads across his face.
“with what” jiung asks , complete confusion is etched across his face especially when he notices keeho knows something they all don’t.
“i’m going to ask yn to be my girlfriend, i want to show her how much i love and care for her , i have to do this perfectly” theo says softy. face turning red at the confession of his feelings for you to his closest friends.
everyone’s jaws go slack. jiung has the biggest smile on his face and when they see theo is completely serious , small cheers and pats on the back are welcomed from the boys before they happily agree on helping.
💌: sorry this is short and sorry @seobmoji it’s not a written but IF we want the series to go longer we’re gonna do this okay. hai guys don’t worry. they’re moving just WAIT and see okayyyy
just read a couple of the written parts from early chapters of sucker of a pretty guitarist. guys i dead ass don’t remember some of what was written but i giggled a few times. i’m gonna miss this series so much when im done 💔💔
Summary ⟅ After a long day of shooting, Keeho shows up at your door, the one person he's never too exhausted to see.
Keeho x reader / ⟣ Fluff / 1k ⟢
Lily's note — 🪷 Tooth aching fluff anyone?
"Keeho? What are you doing here?" You asked after opening the door to find him stood there in a comfy sweat set, his shoulders hunched, his face still decorated with the makeup from his earlier shoot.
"Do you not want me here?" He responded, lips pushed into a pout you would have cringed at were he any other grown man.
You rolled your eyes and tugged him in your apartment, locking the door quickly to turn and face him. Up close you could see the faint lines where his makeup had begun to crease and the hollowness beneath his eyes.
"I just mean because your shoot ran so late... shouldn't you be home sleeping? You look exhausted."
He inched closer until his toes brushed yours, dropping his forehead down to rest on your shoulder.
"I am...just wanted to see you."
Your heart swelled, threatening to burst through your chest. You'd only been together a few weeks and it wasn't the first time he'd spent the night, but it certainly was the first time he showed up unannounced. It made you feel nice knowing that even when he was exhausted, he wanted you.
You raised a hand to rub over his neck, your fingernails climbing to scratch at his scalp. A small, muffled moan broke past his lips, his hands snaking around your waist to press you closer to his body.
You turned your head to press a kiss to his hair, murmuring low into his ear, "Let's go to bed then, hmm?"
You felt him nod before he raised his head, rubbing roughly at his tired, bloodshot eyes, smudging his black eyeliner.
He slowly blinked them open, fixing them on your shoulder where his head had been.
"Oops, sorry..."
You twisted to look and found a makeup stain on the white cotton. You turned back to squint at him, his lips pulled tight into a sheepish smile that told you he wasn't sorry at all.
"Okay let's take your makeup off first."
You grabbed his hand to drag him along with you to your room, ushering him in the bathroom to brush his teeth.
When he emerged, dragging his feet and barely conscious, you quickly guided him to your bed, pulling back the covers for him to slip in. You sat on top of him, your legs straddling his waist, and reached over to your nightstand for the makeup wipes. You slipped a fluffy headband over his head to push his hair back, pausing to admire how adorable he looked, before plucking out a wipe from the pack.
Keeho's eyes were already half-lidded and threatening to shut, but he forced them open as you leaned over him.
"Close your eyes, Kyo."
"Wanna see you," he mumbled, the words slurring together.
"I'm not going anywhere," you said with a soft exhale.
He obeyed, allowing his eyes to slip shut, settling with resting his hands on either sides of your thighs.
You dragged the wipe across his forehead then down to his eyes, carefully removing the black smudges.
When you swiped at the concealer below his eyes, he winced, his face scrunching.
"Too rough?"
He shook his head no causing you to smile and lean down to peck his lips. You continued removing the makeup with gentle strokes down his cheeks, nose and jaw, his face relaxing after the long day beneath your caring touch.
When you finished you swiped a toner pad to get rid of any remaining makeup, following it with moisturizer.
You massaged the creme into his skin, reveling at the way his lips parted to let out a pleased sigh.
"Feels nice..."
"Yeah? You like being pampered?" you teased, expecting him to scoff or brush you off.
Instead, he nodded with another low moan, cracking his glassy, tired eyes open to look at you with an intensity that sent butterflies swarming through your stomach.
"You're so good to me," he said through a shaky breath.
"You deserve it all," you replied, stroking light circles on his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs. You leaned down to place a soft kiss in the tip of his nose, your heart soaring when his cheeks instantly tinged a light pink. "All mine."
His hands tightened on your thighs. "Mmm, love being yours."
You finished spreading the moisturizer, your hands cupping his jaw in your palms. "All done."
You laughed when he opened his mouth to speak, his lips stretching into a big yawn instead, his hands falling limply from your thighs to the bed a moment later.
When his eyes closed again, you took the opportunity to climb off of him until he quickly took hold of your body to pull you down onto his chest.
"Don't do that..."
"I was just gonna throw away the wipes, Keeho."
"Later..."
You relaxed in his hold, conceding to his wants. You pressed a kiss to his exposed collarbone, then along his neck, up to his jaw.
He tilted his head down to blindly chase your lips with his eyes still closed.
"You're so needy, Kyo..." you cooed, giving in to press your lips against his.
He smiled against your mouth. "You like it."
You took him being distracted as your opportunity to roll off of him and slide under the covers. The second your head hit the pillow he was flipping over to lay half over your body, his head nuzzling into your chest.
"Comfortable?"
"Umm," he grabbed your hand, placing it over the back of his head. When you began scratching it he sighed, the sound so soft and content it made your chest ache.
"Mmm, now I am."
He listened to the beat of your heart beneath his ear, letting it lull him to sleep.
"I love you," he whispered a few minutes later, the confession barely audible.
Your heart hammered harder in your chest, your breath hitching. It was the first time he said that to you.
Before you could respond, his breathing evened out completely, his body going slack against yours.
You kissed his hair, your fingers resuming their languid strokes.
"I love you."
He was already asleep, but you swore you felt him smile against your chest.
The humid evening air of the city clung to your skin, a heavy contrast to the sudden blast of air conditioning that hit you the moment you pushed open the heavy glass doors of your current favorite jazz bar.
Inside, tha atmosphere was an entirely different world—dark, sultry, and smelling richly of expensive liquor, polished mahogany, and the faint, sweet scent of citrus. In the far corner of the room, under a single amber spotlight, a live jazz trio was playing a slow, lazy tune, sending a low rhythmic vibration right through the dark floorboards underneath you.
You make your way through the small tables, ignoring the low chatter of couples and friends, and headed straight to the back of the room where the long, dark bar top stretched out. And there he was.
Jongseob was in the middle of preparing a drink, his movements so fluid and precise that it almost looked like choreography. He was wearing his work attire—a sleek black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing veiny, toned forearms that flexed with the movements of his hands.
The top two buttons of his shirt were keft undone, giving you a teasing glimpse of his pale collarbone and the lean expanse of his shoulders. His blonde hair was styled back but a few loose strands fell over his forehead, cathing the light as he tilted his head to focus on the mixing glass in front of him.
You had been coming to this bar for nearly six months. It had started as a coincidence—a quiet place to escape the loud, chaotic energy of your college campus, but it had quickly turned into a routine. A routine that you convinced yourself was built because of the relaxing experience, but quickly centered entirely around the man making drinks behind the counter.
At first, your interactions were purely innocent, and somewhat professional. He was the talented, quiet bartender who always seemed to know exactly what kind of flavor profile you wanted, and you were the quiet customer who preffered sitting at the corner of the bar rather than the intimate tables. But over the months. those short exchanges of "What can I get you?" and "Thanks" slowly turned into something much deeper.
You learned that he was incredibly passionate about music, often staying up working on beats and writing lyrics in his notebook when the bar was slow. He learned that you had a liking for classic, simple drinks, and that you tend to chew on your bottom lip when you were stressed or overwhelmed.
Slowly, the professional boundary started to blur. It was in the way his hand would brush yours just a second too long when he slid your glass across the counter. It was the way you would feel the heat of his fingers brushing against yours. It was in the way his dark, pretty eyes would lock onto yours from across the crowded room, holding the eye contact with a heavy look that made your chest tighten and your pulse race.
You would be lying if you said you haven't thought about him in a non-platonic way before. In fact, those thoughts had been keeling you awake for a couple of nights, your mind reeling with imaginary scenarios that were definitely far from platonic. But you had always brushed it off, to scared to ruin the comfortable, safe dynamic you had built with him over the months.
As you slid onto your usual barstool at the very end of the counter, the ice in an empty glass left by a previous customer clinked softly, your hand pushing it far away from you. Jongseob immediately turned towards the sound, catching his attention and glancing your way before going back to work. He finished pouring a dark liquid into a fancy-looking glass, slid it to the man waiting for it with a polite nod, and turned his full attention to you.
The moment his eyes landed on your form, the professional smile on his face shifted into something much softer, his eyes darkening slightly as his eyes slowly swept down your body, taking in the dress you decided to wear tonight.
"You're late tonight," he murmured, his voice a deep, raspy rumble that cut through the low murmur of the jazz band. He stepped over to your side of the bar, getting rid of the glass in front of you and grabbing a clean cloth to wipe down the moisture sitting on the counter.
Jongseob stood close enough that you could catch the faint, intoxicating scent of his cologne—something woody, warm, and sharp, mixed with the sweet scent of the citrus peels that you assumed he used earlier.
"Had to finish a project," you replied, leaning your elbows on the cool wood bar and looking up at him. Your heart did a familiar, frantic flutter in your chest just from the sheer intensity of his gaze. "But I made it before last call."
"I would have stayed open just for you anyway," he said, a lazy smirk playing at the corner of his lips. Jongseob tossed the cloth over his shoulder and rested his hands flat on the bar top, leaning in just enough that your faces were only inches apart. "So, what's the verdict tonight? The usual?"
"Surprise me," you challenged softly, tilting your chin up to look him in the eyes, feeling bolder than usual. "Make me something custom. Something that fits the mood."
Jongseob raised an eyebrow, his eyes dropping to your lips for a fraction of a second before rising back to meet your gaze. "A custom drink? Bold. You know, if you like it, the house rules say you have to stay until I lock up."
"And if I don't?"
"Then your tab is on me, and I'll let you walk out of here untouched," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, turning thick and heavy with an unspoken promise that sent a shiver straight down your spine.
"Deal," you breathed out, your pulse spiking at the challenge.
You watched him work, completely captivated by the vivid sight of him. He reached for a mixing glass, his long, pretty fingers grasping the metal spoon with absolute control. He moved with a quiet confidence, adding a splash of dark, spiced rum, a dash of aromatic bitters, and a squeeze of fresh lime.
Every movement was deliberate, his veiny forearms flexing under the dim light as he stirred the liquid over large, clear ice cubes. When he finally strained the amber liquid into a chilled glass, he expressed a curl of orange peel over the rim, the tiny mist of citrus oil catching the light before he slid the drink over to you.
His fingers deliberately brushed against yours as you took the glass, the brief, warm contact sending a jolt of pure electricity straight to your core. You lifted the glass to your lips and took a slow sip. The flavor was complex—warm, sweet, with a sharp, spicy kick that immediately coated the back of your throat. It was perfect.
"Well?" Jongseob asked, his dark eyes locked on your face, tracking the way your eyes fluttered shut in appreciation. "I guess I'm staying until closing," you murmured, setting the glass down. A satisfied, primal look flashed in his eyes, and he nodded slowly. "Good. Because I've been waiting all night to get you alone."
The next hour passed in a dizzying, slow-motion blur. You slowly sipped on your drink, your eyes tracking Jongseob as he served the remaining customers, his movements efficient but his focus clearly divided. Every few minutes, his gaze snapped back to you, holding your eyes with an intensity that made your skin flush warm beneath your clothes. Your mind was already racing, imagining what would happen once the doors were locked and the lights were turned off.
Finally, the clock struck two. The last of the patrons exited into the cool night air, their voices fading into the distance, and the jazz trio packed up their instruments, bidding Jongseob a quiet goodnight before leaving the bar.
The heavy doors thudded shut, and the lock slid into place with a definitive, heavy click. Jongseob walked over to the main light switch and flipped it, plunging the spacious room into near-total darkness, save for the soft, purple LED strips running along the bar shelves. The dim, colorful glow cast long, deep shadows across the room, making the empty bar feel incredibly intimate, almost suffocatingly small.
He turned around and walked back towards the bar, but instead of going behind it, he stepped out into your space.
Your breath hitched in your throat as he approached. The polite, attentive bartender persona was completely gone, replaced by a predatory confidence that made your chest heave in anticipation. He stopped right between your thighs as you sat on the high barstool, his body towering yours, blocking out the rest of the empty room. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his frame hovering over you in the dim light.
"Now," Jongseob murmured, his voice incredibly raspy as he looked down at you, his chest rising and falling slowly. "Where were we?"
He did not wait for an answer. His hands, cool from handling ice, slid flat against your bare thighs beneath your dress. You let out a sharp, trembling gasp at the sudden, freezing contrast against your overheated skin, your body twitching at the touch. Jongseob's eyes darkened at your reaction, his thumbs smoothing over the soft skin of your inner thighs, slowly gathering the fabric of your dress and bunching it upward, exposing you to his intense gaze.
"Jongseob—" the rest of the sentence was completely stolen from your lips as he leaned down and crashed his mouth against yours. The sudden, bruising warmth of his lips contrasted the chilly air of the bar, sending a violent wave of heat straight to your tummy.
He didn't hold back, his tongue immediately nudging past your teeth to claim your mouth with a frantic, heavy slide. He sucked and nipped aggressively at your bottom lip, his hand flying up to cup the back of your neck, his long fingers tangling firmly into your hair to lock you in place.
Your mind spun, all thoughts of rules, boundaries, and the six months of pining completely shattering all at once in your head. With a sudden, desperate surge of confidence, you fisted your hands into the collar of his black button-up shirt and pulled him closer, smashing your lips back against his and asserting your own hunger.
You felt him smile into the kiss, a low, vibrating growl rumbling against your chest as he relished your sudden dominance. He shifted his weight, his hands sliding up to your hips, his grip bruising as he lifted your entire body off the stool and placed you directly on the cold, polished mahogany bar top.
A loud, messy gasp escaped you as the cold wood made contact with your bare skin, your thighs spreading instinctively to accommodate his body as he stepped deeper between your legs. The contrast of the cold bar beneath you and the burning heat from him pressing against yours was a complete sensory overload, making you feel entirely helpless beneath him.
Jongseob pulled his mouth away just a fraction to breathe, his hot, ragged pants fanning across your flushed cheeks. His dark eyes were completely blown out, looking wild and primal in the purple neon lights.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he rasped, his fingers reaching for the buttons of his shirt. He quickly undid three more, exposing his solid, pale chest, before grabbing your hands and placing them on his warm, wide shoulders. "Touch me, please."
You did not need to be told twice. Your fingers slid over his smooth skin, gripping his shoulders as his mouth dropped to your neck. He bit and sucked aggressively at the sensitive skin right beneath your jaw, making you let out a high, needy whine that echoed loudly in the empty room.
He left a trail of wet, open-lipped kisses down to your collarbone, his breath tickling your reddened skin, making your body grow taut with desperation.
"You're so sensitive, baby," he murmured against your skin, his hands sliding down to the hem of your dress, pulling it up and leaving you completely exposed. You immediately got to work, taking off your bra and kicking your panties off, throwing the to the side.
His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of your bare body, his mouth immediately finding one of your soft nipples. He started sucking aggressively, his tongue teasing the peak until you let out a loud moan, grabbing a fistful of his soft blonde hair and tugging it. The gesture eliciting a deep growl that vibrated right against your chest.
He detached his mouth from your breasts and replaced his lips with his hands, roughly squeezing your soft flesh and pinching your hard nipples between his fingers, your body twitching at the sudden change of sensation.
"F-fuck," you panted, your fingers clamping down and tugging his hair again. Jongseob stared at your face, observing your completely ruined and desperate state.
He reached down, his long, pretty fingers gently parting your slick folds. The second his cool thumb made contact with your swollen clit, a loud, shattered moan broke from your throat, your head tossing back against the dark wood of the bar.
"F-fuck, Jongseob," you cried out, your knees shaking as he began to slide two fingers deep inside your pussy. The tight, wet stretch made your mind go completely blank. He pumped his fingers inside your wet pussy with a fast, ruthless rhythm, the squelching sounds of your arousal mixing with the sound of his heavy breathing.
Your pussy was dripping, soaking his fingers as he curled them to hit the perfect, sensitive spot inside you, making you see stars. Your hips involuntarily bucked and rolled against his hand, chasing the source of pleasure, desperate to reach the edge.
But just as you felt your orgasm building, ready to pull you under, Jongseob suddenly halted all movement. He kept his fingers buried deep inside your pussy, completely still, his thumb resting heavily against your swollen clit.
"Jongseob...please," you sobbed, tears of frustration finally welling up in your eyes and spilling over your cheeks, ruining your makeup. You tried to rock your hips against his hand for more stimulation, but his grip on your waist was ironclad, keeping you completely pinned. "Don't stop, please let me cum."
A slow, devastating smirk pulled at his lips as he looked at your disheveled, desperate state. "You want to cum so badly, pretty? But we haven't even gotten to the best part yet."
He slowly pulled his slick fingers out of your pussy, making you let out a pathetically needy whine. You looked at him in dazed, horny silence as he lifted his wet fingers to his mouth—eyes locking onto yours as he slowly sucked them clean. The sheer dirtiness of the gesture made a fresh wave of wetness gush out of your hole, your mind reeling at how hot the entire situation was.
"You look so beautiful completely undone," Jongseob whispered, his voice dropping to a low, commanding growl as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting his thick, fully erect cock spring free. "But I want to see just how much you want this first."
Before you could process his words, his hands gripped your thighs and spread them wide, pinning you to the edge of the cold mahogany bar. He didn't pull you down to the floor. Instead, he leaned in close—crowding your space until his chest was flush against yours.
He paused, his heavy gaze searching yours, his chest rising and falling heavily. The playful smirk faded, replaced by something deeply intense and grounded.
"I want to watch you make yourself cum for me," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, quiet rumble. He tilted your face up gently, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "I want to watch you touch your pussy while you look at me. Is that okay, pretty? Can I watch you do that?"
You swallowed hard, your body shivering in anticipation, and nodded quickly. "Yes... please."
"Tell me, say my name," he whispered, wanting to hear it.
"Yes, Jongseob," you breathed out. "Watch me."
A soft, satisfied hum vibrated in his chest. "Good. You're going to make yourself cum, and you are not going to look away from me for even a second while you do it."
Trembling under the sheer intensity of his gaze, you slowly reached down between your legs. Your fingers were already soaked in your own hot, dripping slick. You found your swollen clit and began to rub it, the wet, messy friction sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to your core.
"Yes, just like that," Jongseob rasped, his eyes widening slightly as he stared dead into your eyes, refusing to look down at your hand. He wanted to watch every emotion cross your face. "Look at me. Keep your eyes right on me."
Your face flushed a deep crimson, your chest heaving against his as your fingers moved faster over your clit. You tried to cast your gaze downward, overwhelmed by the raw, exposing heat of the moment, but his grip on your chin tightened just enough to keep you locked in place.
"Ah, ah. Keep your eyes on me," he commanded, his voice dropping an octave. "Let me see how needy you get when you touch yourself. Let me see how much you want my cock."
You let out a broken whine, your hips involuntarily rolling against your own fingers as the tension in your lower stomach wound tighter and tighter. To add more sensation, Jongseob wrapped his large, veiny hand around his own hard dick—slowly stroking the length of his shaft right against your thigh, never once breaking eye contact. The sight of his scrunched face and the rhythm of his hand on his cock made your pussy gush with fresh wetness.
"Jongseob...please, I'm so close," you sobbed, your eyes watering, your vision blurring as you stared into his deep, dark eyes.
"Then cum for me, pretty," he growled, leaning down to press his lips against yours in a bruising, open-mouthed kiss, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes again. "Cum right now. Keep looking at me."
With a desperate, frantic rub of your fingers against your clit, you pushed yourself over the edge. A shattered scream tore from your throat as a massive, pulsing orgasm washed over you, your pussy walls contracting violently around empty air. You shook uncontrollably, your hand dropping away as your eyes dilated, locked onto his in raw vulnerability.
Jongseob let out a deep, guttural groan at the sight of your ruined face, his own breath ragged and desperate. But as you slowly came down from your high, a sudden spark of boldness flared up inside you.
Instead of letting him take over, you reached up and fisted your hands in his collar, hauling him down. "My turn," you breathed against his lips, your voice carrying a sudden, quiet authority. "Sit."
Jongseob’s eyes widened, a sudden, dark shiver running visibly through his body. The commanding, dominant persona instantly melted away, replaced by a breathless, incredibly eager submission. A needy, raspy gasp escaped his throat as he nodded, entirely compliant with his pupils completely blown out.
Jongseob immediately stepped back and sat down on the high barstool right in front of you. He rested his hands flat on the cold mahogany of the bar beside your hips, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the wood for support. He looked up at you with completely dilated, desperate eyes, his chest heaving as he waited for your next move.
You slid forward, straddling his lap and aligning his hard, leaking cock with your wet pussy. Holding his intense gaze, you slowly, deliberately lowered your weight, swallowing his entire length in one tight, agonizingly slow stretch.
Jongseob let out a loud, shuddering cry, his hips stuttering upward instinctively to meet you, but he forced himself to stay still under your control.
"Don't move," you commanded softly, leaning down to press a teasing, open-mouthed bite to his collarbone.
"Fuck, baby... please," he groaned, his voice completely wrecked and helpless as you began to slowly roll your hips against his. He squeezed his eyes shut, his head tossing back as you set a brutal, agonizingly slow pace. He was entirely at your mercy, whimpering beneath you as you rode him—his hands twitching against the bar as if desperately wanting to grab you, yet completely bound by your rule.
"Do you like this, Jongseob?" you murmured, tracing his jawline with your fingers.
"God, yes...you're so warm, fuck," he gasped out, his chest rising and falling frantically. "Please, baby, faster. I want to feel you deeper."
You picked up the pace, sliding up and down his thick cock, sending wet, squelching sounds echoing through the quiet bar. Jongseob let out weak, needy groans with every downward stroke, completely unraveled by your dominance.
But as the pleasure coiled tighter in both of your bodies, the switch in him flipped once more. His dark eyes snapped open, blazing with a sudden, returning heat that made your breath catch.
"I can't—I can't take this anymore, pretty," he growled, his voice thick and commanding again. His large hands flew to your waist in a bruising grip, completely halting your movements. "Let me take over, please. I need you."
"Yes, okay," you gasped, completely overwhelmed by the sudden shift. With a low groan, Jongseob lifted your body, placing you flat on your back on the bar top. He spread your legs wide over his shoulders, leaning over your pliant body.
Without waiting, he drove his entire cock back inside you with a fast, ruthless rhythm. His hips slammed hard against your ass, the loud, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy echoing off the empty walls. Every thrust was deep—driving his length into your sensitive spot over and over again.
You clung to his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin as he fucked you mercilessly. A shiver went down your body as you felt the coil in your tummy come undone. Your body went taut as you reach your second orgasm, legs shaking violently as your mind became a complete, chaotic blur of pleasure. For a moment, you felt his hot and ragged breath against your neck before he pulled back to gaze down at you again.
"Look at me," he panted, his pace turning frantic, his muscles bulging under the purple neon light as he reached his limit. "I'm going to fill you up, pretty. Look at me."
You forced your heavy eyelids open, meeting his gaze just as he let out a loud moan. Jongseob drove his cock as deep as it could go, his hips locking against yours as he released his cum deep inside your pussy. His body shuddered violently, his head burying in the crook of your neck as he rode out the wave of his release, painting your inner walls warm.
The quiet, steady sound finally registered in your ears as the heavy haze of pleasure slowly cleared.
Jongseob slowly pulled his dick out of you with a soft, wet slip, making you hiss at the sudden overstimulation. You weakly collapsed against the bar top, your cheek resting against the cool wood as your heart rate gradually slowed down.
He didn't let you stay there for long. Smiling softly, he slipped his hands under your arms and carefully lifted you down from the bar, carrying you over to the plush velvet booth in the VIP section. He set you down gently, taking a pack of wet tissues from behind the bar to clean your sticky thighs, his touch incredibly gentle as he tended to your sensitive skin.
He picked up your dress and made you wear it again, making sure it covered you properly before dressing himself up too. Jongseob then slid onto the velvet seat right next to you, pulling you directly into his chest. His shoulders felt warm and solid as you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady, comforting beat of his heart.
"I think we should definitely add that custom drink to the permanent menu," Jongseob murmured, his deep voice vibrating against your ear. He wrapped his strong arms securely around your waist, pulling you closer as a lazy, satisfied smirk played on his lips.
You let out a soft laugh, resting your hand over his chest as you looked up at his relaxed face. "Only if I'm the only one allowed to order it."
"Deal," he whispered, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your swollen lips, his thumb gently caressing your hip as the quiet hum of the empty bar wrapped around you both.
author's note: got resurrected from the dead because of bartender jongseob 😵💫 the moment i saw the video of him singing amnesia in the fanmeeting, my mind immediately thought of something to write about lmao. as always, i hope you enjoyed reading this! don't forget to press "♡" and reblog, i really appreciate it! thank you for your ever-growing support for my works!
the urge to open a blank doc and start writing something bc i just heard a lyric that gave me the best idea … BUT I HAVE TO BE UP FOR WORK IN 4 HRS … i’ll revisit. hai btw. ily guys
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