C.W! : 18+ / power imbalance / inexperienced reader / mutual pining / softdom!Seungmin / tension heavy / choking / restraint / praise-degradation / needy reader / oral (f!receiving) / protected sex / reader overthinking absolutely everything / Seungmin being dangerously good at reading people!!!!
Oh Seungmin. 23, music student, loved by everyone and their mother… and annoyingly, ridiculously hot. Oh and of course he was standing there, not too far from you- what kind of story would this be if he wasn’t?
The room settled around you in that warm, low-lit way that blurred the edges of everything, thick with layered music and conversation; bodies passing through one another’s proximity with an ease that made it all feel uninterrupted, a slow tidal rhythm that carried the night forward. You sat curled into the corner of a sofa, legs tucked inward as conversation unfolded around you: a small circle gathered around the low table, voices overlapping, laughter rising and falling in waves- still something in you remained slightly offset. Even as you engaged, laughed, nodded and responded, your awareness kept slipping, drawn toward the edges of the room where he lingered, where he stood immersed in some other conversation.
Seungmin had been around for years as a part of your shared circle from those early uni days, back when everything still felt lighter, easier. Self-assured, attentive, intentional, the kind of presence that shaped every room he walked into. Charming to a fault. Tall, broad, relaxed but never careless. Every line of him held in perfect composure. He had always been like that: kind and receptive… and just distant enough to remain untouchable.
Your crush had settled pretty early on, tucked safely beneath layers of restraint and fear you had never quite managed to push through. Your interactions with him always falling short, never closing the distance the way it seemed to happen so easily for everyone else. He had noticed that too and instead of stepping in, he had chosen to stay right there at the edge of it.
That had been fine before. Tonight wasn’t before. Tonight you had come with intention thrumming beneath your ribs, pushing insistently toward movement-toward the possibility of finally crossing a line you had both left untouched for far too long.
As time went by your body adjusted to the rhythm of the room, but just as it started to do so proximity shifted. Seungmin settled nearby, a seat between you. Conversation continued: voices, movement, the steady thread of music… and the awareness of him that sharpened your senses. The first contact came naturally enough to be dismissed: a glass passed across the space between you, offered not from the person closest to you but from him. Your fingers met his lightly and lingered there for a second too long.
“Here.” You looked up when his voice reached you, your thoughts lagging behind the motion, still caught in the echo of his touch as your eyes met his.
“Thanks,” you answered, your voice shaped by embarrassment. You lifted the glass slightly in a hesitant gesture, your head dipping in a nod.
For a moment, his attention settled over you, his gaze moving across your face slowly, taking in the slight delay in your reaction, the shift in your breathing, the way your body hadn’t fully caught up to the moment yet. And just like that, as if nothing happened, he returned to the conversation.
His attention moved where it needed to, his responses aligning with whoever spoke to him, but the shift in energy was undeniable. It was in the way he passed things directly to you, in the way his voice lowered slightly when he spoke toward your side of the couch, his tone shifting to feel more intimate when you were close enough to hear it clearly. Nothing disrupted the flow of the room; but the accumulation of those small moments pressed against your ribs, layering them until the line between coincidence and intention blurred.
You moved closer, angling your body toward him. His gaze fixed on you now. Pulled forward by a sudden rush of want, you leaned in further.
“How do you always do this?”
His head tilted slightly. “Do what?”
“This,” you whispered, your gaze flicking briefly toward the room before returning to him. “Make everything feel like it’s yours.” The implication lingered and so you tried to soften it: a quiet laugh slipping out, your head tilting just enough to blur the edge of it. His gaze didn’t shift.
“People are comfortable here,” he said, calmly. “That’s all.”
“I meant you…” your voice came out softer than intended. “Not the place.”
His gaze traced your face, taking in more than you had meant to offer. “You think too much,” he said, the softness of his tone carrying certainty.
Something in you faltered. “I don’t-”
“You do.” No edge, no force. “You keep trying to stay a step ahead of the moment,” he continued, even quieter, “instead of letting it happen.”
Your body pulled back a fraction, a flicker of a sharp, very-familiar feeling rising under your skin: the quiet discomfort of being seen too clearly. “I’m just-”
“Trying,” he finished. “I know.” His gaze dipped briefly, tracing the tension in your hand around the glass before returning to your face. “But that won’t get you very far here,” he added, sounding a little amused. “You don’t have to work so hard, Y/N.”
You didn’t answer. Couldn’t, really. You stepped away because you had to, your body needing space to reorganize, your mind still caught on him even as you moved through the room.
Your feet had already carried you out of the room before you could make sense of it all. The bathroom door closed behind you and the silence that followed settled heavily over your shoulders, a quiet exhale loosening what you hadn’t realized you were holding. You stood there for a moment, your breath uneven, your body still caught in the echo of him… but even as you tried to ground yourself and calm your galloping heart, that tension remained.
As you reached for the door once again, as you stepped back into the living room, as your gaze lifted in search of something to anchor yourself to- you found him: exactly where you had left him; waiting. His eyes already on you, fixed, as if your return was a given and he had been right there all along, holding the space you had stepped out of.
You froze for a second, your breath catching as your body gave in to the pull of him again.
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As hours stretched, you began noticing other casualties. He moved behind you at one point, close enough that the warmth of him wrapped around you in a suffocating-but-intoxicating kind of way; the proximity alone felt like the flat edge of a blade held against your skin. His hand brushed yours sometime later, reaching past you for something you hadn’t noticed. Once… and then again and again. Small things. Minimal, really- but they sure carried weight to you.
At some point Seungmin stepped away, out toward the terrace, pulled into another conversation that carried him out of your reach.
Morgan found you as he left. You don’t remember exactly how the conversation began, only the shape it took once it unfolded: her tone light but pointed to land where it needed to. A question about him, about you, about whether anything had happened at all. And you answered… or tried to. Went for something vague enough to satisfy the surface of it but not to hold under her scrutiny. In all honesty, you didn’t know how to explain it: what had happened, what hadn’t, where it shifted, or whether you had imagined any of it… some of it… all of it.
Around you, the night began to wind down. Glasses emptied, voices lowered, people moved in familiar patterns: collecting things, checking phones, drifting toward the edges of departure. The quiet beginning of an ending.
Your fingers tightened slightly around your glass as the thought surfaced- should you do the same? Leave now, step out before anything else had the chance to… what? Continue? Shift? Become something harder to ignore? The thread that had kept you anchored to him through every almost-contact began to stretch, thinning under the reintroduction of everything else, of reality settling back into place, of the recognition that the night existed within a larger sequence of moments that would continue beyond this one.
You stood up.
The motion alone felt heavy, your body carrying the residue of unresolved tension. Your fingers curled around your things with a slight delay, your movements slow, resisting the possibility of an end. With it came the awareness of distance, of stepping out of a space that had grown too charged to ignore; and beneath it, a reluctance: the sense that something hadn’t yet reached its natural conclusion.
You adjusted your grip, shifted your weight, angled your body toward the exit the way the others had begun to do, letting yourself fold back into the collective motion of departure.
Suddenly, a hand closed around your wrist. Your body stilled, suspended in the moment. Slowly, you turned toward the point of contact. Seungmin stood close, his hand still on you, his gaze holding yours steadily, that same quiet attentiveness from earlier now sharpened by the absence of everything else.
“Stay a little longer.” The words fell into place between you with that confidence so particular to him.
Around you, the room continued its unraveling, but it all felt distant now as your focus narrowed entirely to him, to the warmth of his hand against your skin, to the steadiness of his gaze. You knew you could leave; that option remained… but your body didn’t move, because something in the way he held you there made the act of leaving feel heavier than staying.
You felt his thumb move, a small adjustment against your wrist, enough to draw your attention fully into the contact, quieting your noisy mind. Your lips parted slightly, as if to break the heavy silence- but you felt his thumb move again, a single stroke against the inside of your wrist that drew a tight pull low through your center. There it was.
“You feel that?” Your breath caught- you couldn’t answer. His head tilted. “You do,” he said softly, the hint of a smile threading through the words.
Your gaze dropped for a second, pulled toward the point of contact again. “I-” The word stalled. Your throat tightened, your shoulders drawing in just a fraction as something inside you resisted the act of stepping fully into what you knew you wanted.
“You keep trying to think your way through it,” he continued, his thumb shifting again in a slow, absent glide against your skin, drawing you back into the sensation of him rather than the noise of your own thoughts. “You don’t have to.”
“Look at me.”
The words were barely above a whisper and still they settled with discreet authority, leaving no space for you to refuse.
Your eyes lifted slowly, hesitant, as if meeting his gaze too quickly would give too much away. His gaze dropped to your mouth and then back up again.
“You’re not leaving,” he said quietly, a faint curve to his voice. “Come with me, pretty,” he continued, his words intimate, carrying direction within them. His hand adjusted at your wrist, turning you to guide you through the now-quiet space until the edge of the kitchen counter came into view. “Can you sit for me?”
You didn’t hesitate. There was something disarming in it: in the certainty of him, in the way his attention never pressed and still never wavered, in the way he made space for you to move while shaping the direction of it all the same… and you felt yourself give under it in ways you hadn’t expected, hadn’t prepared for.
He remained close, the line of his body aligning with yours - your attention shifting to the way you were now seated and he wasn’t, to the way you had to look up at him standing tall in front of you. His hand left your wrist, his fingers trailing to make the absence apparent.
“Comfortable like this, pretty? Do you need anything else?” The question almost too gentle.
Your lips parted, your mind reached for something to say but it didn’t come fast enough, your thoughts still trailing behind everything else going on. “You-” you started, then stopped, your voice catching before forcing the rest of it out. “What is this, Seungmin… what are we even doing?” There. Not exactly what you meant to say, but better than nothing… or so you thought.
His eyes sharpened at that, like the question had given him something to work with. “What do you think this is?” he asked, turning it back on you.
“I don’t-” You stopped again, because saying it out loud felt like too much. Because he was right there, holding the moment steady in a way that made it impossible to blur.
“Say it,” he said, the words placed between you in a way that left no space for you to retreat. “Come on, doll, say it. I know you can.”
Your gaze dropped before lifting back to him slowly. “I just-” Once more, the words stalled, your voice giving out under the weight of it all.
“Still thinking?” he said almost to himself, though it landed squarely on you, his tone laced with amusement. “You’ve been doing that all night.” His gaze moved down your face again. “Hasn’t gotten you very far, now, has it?”
Your lips pressed together, frustration and embarrassment flickering across your expression before your eyes dropped at your feet, unable to look at him.
He moved closer then. You felt the way his presence filled the space as he stepped around the corner of the counter. A brief brush- his chest against your back. Then his hand found the stool and with an easy motion he turned it. Your body followed, the room shifting with you until you were facing him fully.
His hands came down on either side of you, palms settling against the counter now behind you, bracketing you in, the space between your bodies narrowing, his frame closing around you in a way that had your pulse jumping under your skin as your head lifted to meet his gaze. You were framed, positioned exactly where he wanted you.
“You don’t have to get it right, pretty,” he said softly, his voice deep and slow, leaning in just enough that his breath brushed your lips. “You just have to try.” He paused there at the edge of you, before dipping closer, his voice lowering further, intimate, meant only for you. “Can you try for me, doll?”
Your throat tightened. “I…” The word came out softer than you intended, barely there, your body already leaning into him, your breath brushing his as the rest of it slipped out. “I want you, Seungmin- I’ve wanted you for so… so long. I-” You faltered, your voice unsteady. “I don’t want to think about it anymore… I just-” another break, your fingers tightening faintly around nothing. “Please… please- can you do something about it?”
His gaze dropped to your mouth, lingering. And when it lifted again there was no mistaking it. A small grin pulled at the corner of his mouth, unmistakably pleased. “Took you long enough,” he whispered, a hint of amusement threading through it. “I was starting to think you’d make me work for it.”
His hand moved to your face, his thumb tracing the faintest line along your lower lip as if testing your hunger- confirming what he already knew, before settling on your jaw. Your lips parted under his touch, your head tipping up toward him, your neck stretching instinctively in a quiet offering. He watched the way your gaze shifted- softer, wider, open in a way that gave you away entirely, all of your desire there, exposed for him to see.
For once, his breath caught. “Don’t look at me like that,” he murmured, his grip on your jaw tightening just enough to hold you in place. “Do you really think you’re the only one who’s been watching from a distance?” His voice dipped. “Do you even know what you do to me, bunny?”
His words only pulled you further in. Your gaze dropped to his mouth this time, your breath uneven, your body already closing the distance in small increments. The difference this time was that he didn’t stop you, didn’t pull back, didn’t interrupt it. He met you there.
The first contact was soft, barely there, a brush more than a kiss. The closeness of him sent a shiver through you. He deepened it then, his hand shifting to angle you further, guiding you into it as his lips pressed more firmly against yours- the pace entirely his, impossible not to follow. He didn’t rush it, if anything, he slowed it further, drawing it out, letting the pressure build instead of break.
Then he paused, pulling back just a fraction, your lips parting as you chased the contact. His eyes met yours and there it was again, that same knowing look that made your chest flutter all over again. “Is that how you like to be kissed, pretty?” he said softly, the faintest edge of teasing threading through it.
The moment he leaned in again, you met him halfway. This time there was no testing, your lips found his with more urgency than before. Instead of returning to your jaw, his thumb settled beneath your chin, tilting it up, stretching your neck toward him, making it easier to reach you. “Easy,” he murmured against your mouth, not quite breaking the contact. “Don’t rush me.”
But his words didn’t slow you- they unraveled you. Your breath caught against his, your shoulders softening even further as you gave under it, under him, one of your hands lifting, needing to feel him, hovering for a second before settling against his chest, testing whether you were allowed to touch him back. A tiny exhale left him and you took it as approval, his hand shifting from your jaw just enough to let you move but not quite enough to let you take control.
“You’ve been thinking about this,” he whispered, his lips brushing yours again, dragging the contact. “Haven’t you?” His head tilted to catch your lips again. “Cat got your tongue?” he added, the irony unmistakable, almost laughing at the way you gave yourself away. And then his hand moved- to your throat this time, his fingers closing to hold you in place as he pulled back, creating space only so you could feel the absence of him.
“Answer me.”
You didn’t know if you could, because the way he kissed you just now felt like he already knew the answer and was pulling it out of you all the same, piece by piece, breath by breath.
“I have,” you whispered, breathless as the rest slipped out, uneven, pleading. “I’ve been thinking about it- about you… for so long.” Your voice wavered, a faint strain threading through it. “For so long, Seungmin… please,”
Your hand slid slightly higher against his chest, your body pressing just a fraction closer, drawn in by what you knew you couldn’t stop. You felt him pull away, but you couldn’t let him this time, and so you moved to catch him again, your body leaning forward toward the space he had just left; that earned a different reaction from him. A small, sharp curve at the corner of his mouth.
“Look at you,” he said, pleased. “All that thinking, all that doubting… and this is all it takes for you to give in?”
“Tell me what you want.”
Your breath hitched under his gaze once more, like it had all night. “I want you,” you said, forcing the words out. “I want you, Seungmin, so take me.” your eyes flickering over his face, giving yourself away completely. “I want you.”
You saw it then, the smallest break in him: something tightening in his gaze as your words landed, his jaw setting before he smoothed it over. His thumb pressed harder against your skin. “Yeah,” his voice thick, dragging enough to let you feel it. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that come out of those pretty lips.”
His hand slid from your jaw to your wrist again to draw you closer, into him, into the heat of him, close enough that you didn’t need him to say it out loud to understand. Your hand landed against his bulge, pulling a heavy exhale from his chest. “That’s all you,” he said, almost absent for a second, like he was letting himself feel it. His gaze landed back on you. “Every bit of it.”
He leaned in once more for a brief playful kiss that brushed your lips and lingered just long enough to make your head spin. “Wanna go upstairs, doll?” he asked against your mouth, the question careless in tone.
You just nodded and it was enough. His mouth curved into a languid smile as he moved, his hands finding your waist and settling there before guiding you off the stool and forward; your body following, pliant under his direction.
Once you were standing and moving, his hand slipped from your waist to your abdomen, spreading there, large enough to span it completely. His touch drew a soft, unsteady sound out of you and he caught it, his head dipping briefly to press into the curve of your neck, breathing you in for a second before placing a small lingering kiss there.
The space around you faded as the movement carried you both out of the kitchen and into the hallway, the rest of the night dissolving behind you. The walk itself blurred into light touches, quiet laughter, the occasional brush of his hand keeping you there, in the moment with him.
At his room’s door, he stepped in close once more, his body aligning behind yours as one hand settled at your hip while the other reached past you, around you, to the doorknob, his chest brushing your back again as he pushed the door open. He let you step in first.
The room greeted you in lower light than the rest of the house as you stepped inside, your gaze drifting briefly over the space- his desk, the keyboard, scattered pictures on the wall, pieces of him you hadn’t seen before. You felt his eyes on you, so you turned your head slightly over your shoulder to find him there, still leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, one shoulder pressed back into it, that same crooked smile resting on his mouth.
You turned slowly then, your weight settling into one hip, your arms folding loosely at your waist, a shy smile pulling at your lips as your head tilted. “So…” you started, “are you coming or what?” it came out almost teasing.
He just watched you for a second longer, a small nod following as his hand reached back without looking, pushing the door closed in one smooth motion. His hands found your hips easily, settling there as he drew closer. He paused when your noses touched, letting you feel his breath ghosting your lips.
“Hi,” he whispered, playful, soft enough to catch you off guard, pulling a little laugh from you- and then he kissed you.
His lips pressed firmly against yours as his hands moved, sliding from your hips to the edge of your waist before slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt, his touch warm against your skin as it traveled upward. Your body responded instantly, arching into him, closing whatever distance remained as his hands moved only to trace the same path once more.
The rhythm between you changed with that kiss, your steps adjusting as he moved you with him, back… back until the edge of the bed met the back of your legs. You barely registered it before his hands started pulling at the fabric of your shirt as you lifted your arms out of instinct, letting him take it off you.
The change in position threw you off balance, sending you back onto the bed, your gaze lifting immediately to him as you landed, to the way he stood above you now, even taller from this angle, broader. The dim light of the room catching along the lines of his body as he reached for the hem of his own shirt, pulling it off in one smooth motion.
From where you lay, everything about him felt… amplified. His height, his messy hair, the line of his nose, the sharp angle of his jaw, the way his shoulders set, the definition of his muscles under the low light, the faint shadow tracing along the lines of his torso, the subtle pull of ink along his ribs that catched your attention.
A smile pulled at his mouth as he looked down at you. “Like what you see, doll?” the hint of a laugh threading through his voice. His gaze dragged over you in return, taking you in the same way you had just taken him in.. “I know I do,” his teeth catching lightly on his lower lip for a brief second, before he stepped closer again.
The realization hit you all at once, cutting through everything that had been building until then. Your hands came up in an instant, pressing against his abdomen to stop him. “Wait,” your voice tightened as your eyes searched his face. “I- I have to tell you something first… just- don’t get mad, okay?” your fingers curling against him.
That stopped him completely, confusion breaking through first, his brows drawing together as he looked down at you. “Why would I-” he started but cut himself off, something in your tone already telling him this wasn’t nothing. “What is it?”
“I’ve never…” you started, your gaze dropping briefly before lifting back to his. “I’ve never… done this before.”
A flicker of surprise crossed his face before he steadied himself again, his hand coming up to drag once over the back of his neck as he exhaled softly, still looking at you. “You’re-” he stopped, recalibrating. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” There was no anger in it, just confusion.
“I didn’t think I was going to have to,” you admitted, your gaze faltering for a second. Your lips pressed together as embarrassment flickered across your expression before you looked back up at him.
His whole demeanor softened at that, the tension easing from his shoulders as his hand came down again to settle over yours. “Are you sure?” he asked, and this time it was a real question, all traces of teasing gone. “Are you sure you want this… with me?”
“Yeah- yes!” It came out faster than anything else had that night, your eyes lifting fully to his, wide. “I’m sure,” you added. “God, you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this… about us. About this exact moment.”
He held your gaze for a second longer, as if making sure, before his expression eased again. “Okay,” he murmured carefully. His thumb brushed once more against your skin as his gaze dipped briefly to your mouth before lifting back to your eyes. “Okay,” he repeated, even softer this time.
His hands came down on the bed on either side of your head, pressing you further into the mattress as he leaned in. His mouth found the line of your neck, his lips brushing, pressing, lingering there. He let the moment build slowly, allowing you to feel every shift of him, every point of contact. “Gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he whispered against your skin, the words half-breathed, half-spoken. “So, so good…” He traced a slow path down your throat to your collarbone and down your chest with soft, open-mouthed kisses.
He paused. He lifted his head just slightly to look at you again- and there it was, that cocky smile, his half-lidded eyes moving over your face, taking in the way you looked beneath him. “Is that what you pictured me saying?” the corner of his mouth lifted just a little more as he tilted his head, getting closer to your skin without breaking eye contact. “In your little fantasy world?”
Your hands moved to his back, drawn by the need to feel him, but he caught you before you could touch him. One of his hands wrapped around both of your wrists with ease, guiding them up to pin them above your head against the mattress in one smooth motion.
He leaned in again, his voice dropping as his lips brushed near your ear, your jaw, never quite settling in one place long enough to let you fully anticipate it. “Let me do this for you, baby,” the words warm against your skin. “All you have to do is relax. Can you do that for me, doll? Hm?”
Your head tipped back instinctively as his mouth moved lower, your chest rising as the sensation hit you harder than you expected. His tongue traced a slow line from the hollow of your collarbone up toward your jaw before dipping down again, the path broken into soft, connected kisses, the wet sound of them filling the space between your breaths. His eyes never left you, measuring the way your expression shifted, the way your body gave itself away to him in real time.
Your mind had gone hazy under the weight of it all, so you didn’t notice him moving lower and lower over your chest- until the warmth of his tongue met the black lace separating him from your bare skin. Your eyes widened as you looked down at him, just as his mouth closed over the damp spot he left behind over your clothed nipple, his lips sealing there as he drew a soft pull.
It pulled a broken moan from you, your fingers twitching where they were still held above your head, your back arching beneath him. A satisfied hum left him at that, his mouth not quite leaving you as he tested the reaction again, like he was learning you.
“There you go…”
His free hand moved then, dragging slowly across your chest before slipping beneath the edge of the fabric, closing around your bare breast with a firm, instinctive squeeze. His thumb found the neglected nipple, circling it slowly before pressing into it.
You couldn’t stay still.
Your brows drew together as a quiet, strained sound slipped past your lips, your thighs tightening around him, pulling him closer, chasing the contact, the pressure, the friction. Your hips rolled against his, searching for some kind of release from the tension building inside you.
Your wrists strained faintly in his hold, your body caught between the need to feel him everywhere and the way he kept you exactly where he wanted you. “Easy, baby” he saod firmly, his grip adjusting slightly.
But you didn’t stop. Couldn’t. “Fuck-” the word slipped out, your voice thin, head falling back further as the sensation built again. “Do that again, please-”
He didn’t give you time to recover. His mouth found you again, his lips brushing, pressing, kissing, sucking, lingering as he repeated the motion, his tongue tracing slow, wet circles before dipping back in, nuzzling into you, his face dragging softly against your skin while his nose pressed in just enough to send a new wave of sensation through you.
His mouth went trailing across you as his hands moved, slipping beneath the fabric of your bra and pushing it aside until there was nothing left in the way. He moved to the opposite side then, his lips brushing first, testing, before he closed his mouth over you, sucking gently while keeping his gaze fixed on yours. The faint brush of his teeth sent a sharper shiver through you, the shift in pressure pulling a loud sound from your throat.
“Yeah…” he whispered against your skin, voice thick as his mouth returned to you again. “That’s it, baby… let me hear you.”
His mouth didn’t leave you immediately, but when it did it was slow, trailing down your body. For a second- just a second, he paused, hovering, almost tempted to return to where he had been before, his mouth ghosting back up slightly to press a light kiss against your bare skin and taking a playful bite out of it; a smile pulling at his lips.
His attention dropped again, his lips pressing along your stomach and drifting lower, soft kisses broken by teasing pressure, enough to make your breath hitch as he took his time with it. The sensation built gradually, settling lower, your breath catching as he reached your lower abdomen.
His grip shifted and your wrists were released. “Stay,” the word settled into you as his hands moved, sliding down your sides, over your hips, and then further- his fingers tightening as they found you, spreading wide, firm, the pressure of them unmistakable as they settled over your flesh, holding you exactly where he wanted you, the imprint of his grip still on your skin.
Then he pulled back enough to take you in properly, shifting upright on his knees where they still rested against the mattress. From where he was, you looked almost unreal: hair spread out beneath you, eyes wide, expectant, glassy at the edges, lips parted, swollen from his mouth, your cheeks flushed deep with color. Your hands had fallen loosely to either side of your head, your body open beneath him, the bare skin of your chest and tummy marked in soft traces where his mouth had been before. The fabric of the skirt at your hips sat careless, your legs parted just enough to accommodate him, the contrast of dark lace against your skin drawing his attention lower, where the evidence of your arousal had begun to show, subtle but impossible to miss: a wet patch slowly spreading with each of his touches.
“Fuck…” he muttered low, the word slipping out of him like water. “Look at you… you’re fucking perfect, baby” his voice rough. His thumb traced a slow line down your navel to your clothed slit, pressing there, dragging lightly over your clit before dipping just beneath the fabric, enough to feel the heat of you. He bit his lower lip at the sight of it. “I barely touched you…” his breath caught faintly like he hadn’t meant for you to hear it.
He leaned over you again, this time shifting his weight as he moved down the length of your body, his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of your hips as your legs fell naturally along his sides. His mouth found you again, pressing back into your skin as if he needed to feel it, to lose himself in it. He moved further down, his experienced hands guiding you to get you exactly how he wanted. His mouth followed, pressing along the inside of your thighs, kisses slow and sloppy, drifting higher, then back again, never quite giving you what you wanted.
A quiet breath of amusement slipped from him as he heard you getting louder and louder; barely a laugh, but you felt it- warm against your core. He stayed there for a second too long, his nose brushing lightly as he inhaled.
Your body tensed, then melted, your back arching, your breath catching high in your chest as a helpless sound slipped desperately past your lips. “Please…” your voice faltered. “I can’t think-just… please! I need you.”
He dragged his face along your thigh, moving toward your center, brushing you with his nose before pressing into you with it, inhaling deeply, hungrily. His mouth parted instinctively at the reaction your body gave him, immediate and impossible to hide, his expression mirroring yours as he followed the movement of your body against the bed, drawing you back into him. Your fingers tangled in the sheets as your head lifted slightly from the mattress, pulled by the need to see him there, buried in you. Your hands found him quickly, sliding through his hair before tightening at the roots, tugging once before pressing him closer, guiding him back into your warmth.
With eager hands, he took hold of each side of your panties and slid them down your legs until they were completely gone. Then he paused- long enough to let it settle, to let you feel the absence of him, only to fill the empty space with the warm moisture of his tongue, blending indulgently with your own. He licked a strip up and then down your clothed cunt, drawing his tongue back into his mouth as if to savor you. A broken sound left you at that, your hips shifting- chasing him.
But just when you thought he was finally going to give you what you wanted, he pulled away abruptly, lifting himself back onto his knees, settling on his heels. When your eyes opened to protest, you were met with his darkened gaze already waiting for you, a crooked, dangerous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His eyes traced the lines of your body, his tongue dragging slowly over his lips, leaving them glistening under the low light. When his gaze returned to yours, he tilted his head back slightly as he whispered, “Touch yourself, doll. Show me how you like it.”
Caught off guard by his words, somewhere between the chaos of sensation and the noise in your head you decided it was the perfect moment to let go, to show him how much you wanted this, to prove that whatever restraint had once held you back was long gone.
Maintaining eye contact, your hand slid over your body, your palm curved against your skin as you moved from your neck down to your chest, where you took one of your breasts firmly in your hand, squeezing, the soft flesh spilling between your fingers. Your lips parted at the sensation, a small sound slipping out- quiet enough to go unnoticed by anyone else, but not by him.
Across from you, Seungmin’s hand moved too, sliding slowly over his bare torso, mirroring you. “Yeah… that’s it, doll. Just like that. Take your time.”
Encouraged by his words, your hand continued its path, drifting down your stomach to the soft curve below, before slipping further into the warmth of your center. Your fingers pressed there at your clit, insistent, drawing a shiver through your body. Your lower lip caught between your teeth as you fought to keep your eyes open, to stay with him, even as pleasure began to blur the edges of everything with your fingers moving in slow small circles.
It didn’t help seeing him slide his hand into his pants, freeing himself, the denim slipping lower along his hips as he exposed himself fully. “Is this how you touch yourself when you think about me, baby? Yeah? Say my name.”
His hand wrapped around his shaft, moving lazily, the sight of it pulling a louder sound from you despite yourself, ignoring his command. “Come on, doll… say it. Say my name.”
You couldn’t ignore him a second time; not when the tension had begun to coil low in your body, your movements turning erratic, your fingers slipping into uneven, desperate patterns. “Seunghh-Seungmin, fuck- Seungmin, please…”
Even as your eyes fell closed, you could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke again. “That’s it, baby… say it again, louder. Spread yourself for me, doll… let me see that dripping cunt.”
His name kept falling from your lips over and over again in a constant plea, as your free hand slid against the sheets, moving to spread yourself further, giving him a clear view of everything your fingers were doing. “So fucking beautiful… fuck- eyes on me, pretty.”
With his free hand, unable to hold himself back a second longer, he slid along one of your legs until he reached your center, his finger curving just enough to gather some of your fluids before bringing it back up, offering it to your mouth. “Open up, doll.”
Lost in the constant pull of sensation you took him in, your lips parting as you drew his finger in, hollowing your cheeks slightly as you tasted yourself. His body followed, leaning back over you, his face coming close, head tilting as he searched for your lips. “Can I taste you now, pretty?” he whispered against your mouth before closing the distance, his lips finding yours, his tongue slipping inside, inviting yours to meet it.
His finger, still slick, returned to your cunt, testing your hole slowly while he kept you occupied with his mouth, careful not to overwhelm you. He traced slow circles there, pressing gently with each pass. Your body shuddered beneath his touch, arching into him, small sounds slipping from your mouth into his.
In response, he pressed deeper, his finger easing inside you, curling slightly as he moved. “What a good girl” he murmured against your lips, still guiding you with the rhythm he’d set, his attention flicking briefly to the way you responded before returning to you fully. “That’s it…” he added under his breath, keeping the pace slow and steady. “You’re doing so well, baby”
His gaze lifted to meet yours for a moment (watching, checking) before dropping again. “Tell me if it’s too much, yeah?” he said more quietly this time, the edge in his voice softening for a moment. Then he pulled back slightly, only to press in again, adding another finger slowly, stretching you while also giving you time to adjust. “But it isn’t, is it?” his voice dipped. “You can take it… can’t you, doll?”
Time blurred after that. That was until he pulled back again, his hand easing away and his attention lifting back to you, satisfaction settling into his expression. “Think you’re ready, doll,” he said before shifting his weight, moving up along you, his knees settling into the mattress as he leaned back just enough to run a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face, that same slow smile pulling at his mouth again.
This time, his body stretched in the opposite direction, his fingers brushing along the surface of the nightstand until they found what he was looking for. The small foil packet landed somewhere near you, forgotten for the moment as his attention returned to you fully.
His movements slowed after that, his hands drifting to his own clothes, undoing them before he pushed himself up just enough to step out of them completely. His gaze never quite left yours, still taking you in.
“Wanna touch?” he asked low, the question softer than the ones before. “Get the full experience.”
Your hand moved in his direction, tentative at first, hovering for a second before settling around his base, your gaze lifting to find his, searching for reassurance that you were doing it right. When he answered with a playful wink and that same crooked smile, you started moving up and down along him.
Gradually, your hand ventured higher, your thumb pressing lightly at the tip, tracing slow, absent circles before wrapping your fingers around him again.
The reaction it pulled from him was delicious, his head tipping back as a quiet sound slipped from him, his hand coming down over yours, guiding it, adjusting, closing your grip just enough to show you how he liked it.
“Yeah…” he exhaled. “Just like that…”
His hand slipped yours away eventually, his body moving before returning to you, positioning himself between your legs once more. His hands found the bed again, bracketing you in as he leaned down, his mouth returning to yours in a kiss that felt different from the ones before- slow, deep, hungry; as pulling you back from the edge just enough to steady you.
One of his hands moved again, reaching for what he had set aside earlier, his attention splitting only briefly before returning to you. He took his time opening the little package and slid the condom down his cock before settling back into place.
He didn’t hurryt. His gaze lifted to yours as he leaned in, close enough for his breath to brush your lips again. “Ready?” he whispered.
The moment came gradually, his body aligning with yours as he leaned in, his forehead brushing yours, his breath uneven as he guided you through it- every movement measured, controlled, giving you time to adjust, to feel it without being completely overwhelmed. Slowly, he let himself sink into you, showering you with kisses and light touches in the process.
Your body tensed instinctively, your fingers curling as your head fell back into the pillows, your breath catching in a way that made him pause- made him still completely.
“Hey… easy, baby. I've got you.” he murmured softly, his lips brushing yours between words. “Relax for me, bunny… yeah, that’s it.” He didn’t move, just stayed there, letting you settle, his hand coming up to your face, thumb brushing lightly over your cheek, careful now in a way he hadn’t needed to be before. “You’re doing so good, baby…” he whispered quietly. “So, so good… You’re so warm and tight- fuck, you’re perfect. My perfect doll.”
Only when your breathing evened did he move again, the first motion barely there, more of a little shift than anything else, his mouth returning to yours in soft kisses, giving you something to hold onto as everything else built beneath it. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” he said against your lips.
But it wasn’t and he could feel it. His rhythm changed because of it, each movement building on the last as your body responded more easily now, less tense, more open, softer sounds slipping past your lips as your hands finally found somewhere to hold onto him, to feel him fully this time.
Something in him loosened, his control bending just slightly, his breath growing heavier as he leaned into it more; voice slipping between uneven exhales. “Fuck…” he breathed. “Feels too good, baby, can’t stop- can’t”
His hands moved again, repositioning you, making it easier to go deeper, his mouth returning wherever he could reach (your lips, your jaw, your neck) never letting the contact break for too long.
“Look at me,” he said at some point, his hand finding your face again, holding you there with him. And when it built- when it really built you felt it everywhere. “Let go, baby.”
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Princess Treatment / Bare Minimum
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In which the reader is experiencing the worst menstral cycle she's ever felt
A/N: I have been fighting off sickness for a few days now, social media has not been helpful, nor healthy for my mental health, and honestly, I just need Jooyeon to do this for me :( Being on my period while being sick has got to be some of the most diabolical timing my body could have done - both physically and mentally.
nonidol!au
Implied older reader - use of 'noona'
Afab!reader x Jooyeon
contains: Menstrual cycle, mentions of PMDD, mood swings, slice of life, weed use, dab pens (keep it smart, keep it classy)
+personal? I guess?
! Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional, what I have written is based on personal experiences and should not be relied upon as fact
! Disclaimer: I started writing this weeks ago, and again am on my period, stoned, and my fingers hurt - enjoy
Xo, beauty
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6:00 AM
Y/N's eyes didn't even open when she decided her entire day was already thrown off.
Her alarm was blaring loudly, just as it does every other day of her life. The sun barely beginning to shine over the horizon, not quite peaking through the blinds as she tears them apart to officially begin her day.
She tripped and fell through her day.
Each task seemingly stacked on top of one another, she could find a rhythm or groove, when she felt comfortable in one area, she began to fall apart in another. Usually she could find one thing, get totally lost in it, and have to be pulled back into present day and time - but today Y/N found her eyes drifting towards the clock more often than not, and each time, she would only get more and more frustrated.
"Okay, yes, Y/N you're cut first. You can go home" Her supervisor told her with an esaserbated sigh. "I'm sor-" "You've had a rough day. We can all tell. "
Embarrassed, but thankful, Y/N bowed her head and clocked out.
She grabbed her things and didn't waste anytime in getting into her car with the intent to finally sleep away the rest of this hellish day.
She put her bag and change of clothes half-assed into the passenger seat and put the key into the ignition. The engine sputtered and hissed - but ultimately it flooded and stalled out.
Her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach, her eyes shut tightly, it was taking everything out of her to not cry her eyes out right in this moment.
It had been a few weeks coming - her car started with a noise, she decided to respond by turning the radio louder. A check engine light turned on - she told Jooyeon, and he told her to keep an eye on it and let him know if it gets any worse or starts flashing.
Well.
It officially got worse.
She was silent as hot tears streamed down her cheeks - her phone barely alive, not being plugged in last night, but was suddenly her life line in this situation.
Y/N's fingers shook as she tapped the screen to life and called her boyfriend, it took three rings, but his cheerful voice flooded through her ears, calming her immediate anxieties.
"Beauty! Are you done work? Are you coming to practice?- Princess?- Hey? Are you okay?"
But she only choked out a pathetic sob - unable to answer him.
"Y/N, you're scaring me. Yeobo, whats going on?" Jooyeon tried again, his tone turning more urgent as his girlfriend only cried into the reciever.
"I uhm- The uh-" she cleared her throat and looked to the roof of her car as she tried calming her breath down. "My car died Joo- I don't know whats happening, but the engine isn't catching and I just- it was such a long day, and I can't-" "Hey, calm down. Calm down- right now baby, its okay. Where are you? I can come get you and Gunil-hyung can call you a tow"
Immediate relief took over her system as Jooyeon began taking care of her. Within twenty minutes, she was picked up, in his car on the way to their shared home, with a tow truck passing them the opposite way down the highway. He parked in the underground lot and turned to look at his girlfriend.
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Y/N was leaned against the window, the cold rainy day fogging up against her warm breath. Her eyes were shut, she finally looked peaceful - but the dark purple, almost blue bags underneath her eyes told another story. Jooyeon's heart broke as he cut the engine and leaned back in his seat.
His girlfriend, his baby, his noona - it was barely 3pm and she just looked so tired. It made him mad that he didn't know what to do to help her.
"What's going on, noona?" His voice careful, a low tenor as he took her hand in his and began peppering sweet kisses up and around her wrist and her forearm. Y/N's eyes lazily opened and she turned to look at him, she tried smiling gently, tried reassuring him that she was fine and he didn't need to worry about her - but she couldn't lie to him.
"My period started…."
Those were the three words it took for Jooyeon to spring into action.
Her last few cycles were especially rough, her moods swinging so low to the point she was stuck in bed all day, doing nothing and everything all once - just stuck inside her head.
It took him, Jungsu and Seungmin to get her to the hospital, and from there she was lucky to be evaluated by a specialist.
Four weeks ago - she was officially diagnosed with premenstrual dysphoric disorder; PMDD.
From their understanding, and their personal* experiences with it - Y/N was an depressed, stressed, anxious - scratch that, even scared when it came to her mood swings. There were nights she would stay up until the morning without trying, while there were days she couldn't keep her eyes open for longer than 5 minutes at a time.
Jooyeon found out she didn't like the dark during this time - and even though she slept with an eye mask covering her vision, he didn't hesistate to buy the best nightlight he found online.
He didn't stop his ministrations, his lips slowing down, applying more pressure, more meaning behind each kiss he left on her skin. "You're safe. I'm right here." He tells her, he didn't change his tone - he didn't deliver any urgency, he kept his tone low, he kept it steady, not knowing what her mental state was at this point. Y/N closed her eyes tightly as she nodded her head tears already brimming the waterline.
She knew what he was doing.
She appreciated it.
"What do you need from me, Beauty?" Jooyeon whispered. He turned her hand over and rested his mouth on the back of her hand.
Y/N sighed, already exhausted from the mental turbulance she had been balancing alongside serving customers all day.
A singular hot tear fell from the corner of her eye, trailing down her cheek, but Jooyeon's gentle fingers wiped it away before it could fall from her jaw. "Hey, talk to me. I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere." His hand moved and he cupped her jaw, and like an instinct, she cuddled into his large palm.
"I'm just so anxious. All the time-" Y/N cut herself off, as if expecting Jooyeon to beat her to it. He didn't, he stayed silent, his eyes locked onto her, one hand still clutching hers, the other cupping her cheek. "I'm right here."
Y/N nodded and took a deep breath, someone was listening to her.
Someone was paying attention to her.
Jooyeon was making her feel seen, but instead of scared and vulnerable - she felt safe and secure. She felt like she could fall backwards without warning, and he would spring into action to make sure she didn't hit the ground.
She felt like she finally had something safe to fall back onto.
Something secure.
"I'm so tired, of feeling everything, all at once all the time." She cried out, her hand clutching tightly onto Jooyeons. "My anxiety is at its worst at the weirdest times, sometimes I can't sleep - other times I can't eat, I mean, fuck!" Her voice quivered, her lip trembled, but she willed herself to keep going. Keep going through the tears, keep speaking through the forced laughs.
"I don't even know how many times I've woken you up with a panic attack at like 3 in the morning!"
Jooyeon squeezed her hand back, his presence an anchor to reality in this moment.
"I'm sorry - I'm sorry Joo, I'm just. I know this is the PMDD thing, and I'm probably overtired, and stressed over nothing, and I just-" "Don't you ever apologize for this Y/F/N." Her eyes shot open as he used her full name.
Jooyeon was a playful man, his entire life was to take it day by day. On one of their first dates he confidently told her
"I like to start with plan A, but if plan G comes before plan C - I'm going to adjust and make the best of it."
She liked his carefree ways - how he went with the flow, and let things slide off his back - but he knew when things got serious, and he knew when to show up and make it count.
To him, Y/N was his baby, his princess, his sleeping beauty, his brat, he would always choose to call her some sort of pet name before her actual name - but in this moment, he needed her to listen to him, no hesitation, no defiance.
"I can't even try to imagine what is happening in your body right now. In your -mind-" He tapped her temple twice for emphasis, forcing a smile that didn't quite meet her sparkling eyes. "Remember what the doctor said, yah? This is a hormonal change in your system. You have no control over it, no matter how much you want to- I know I'm sorry I said it like that too…"
Jooyeon cringed as he saw her lip wobble. "We can't control the fact you have it. But now that we know you -do- have it, we can monitor it and do everything we can to control the symptoms and side effects." Y/N nodded her head, her heart rate finally slowing down enough for her to take a deep breath.
"Are you ready to go upstairs? Did you take your meds?" Y/N nodded her head at his questions, unbuckling herself from the seat. "Yah, I took them this morning-" "So if I check the pill box?" He teased her, he had promised her mom when the two of them had moved in that he would take care of her.
He wasn't one to break a promise.
"I just want you. I don't need anything else."
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Jooyeon drew a bath for Y/N, the water hot and steaming - just how she liked it. He could see the physical pain she was in, her face and body relaxing as she sank down into the boiling water. "You're not joining me?" She asked him, her big doe eyes innocent as she looked up at him. "Not this time my beauty." Jooyeon leaned down and kissed her forehead sweetly. "You need to relax," "I relax with you…"
He could never say no to her, he was pretty sure she was the love of his life - everything she did just made him melt, wanting to form a protective barrier around her, make sure nothing in this world could harm her.
Instead of joining her, Jooyeon grabbed the step stool she kept hidden under the sink and leaned against the porcelain tub.
He would stay here forever if she asked him too, and they almost did - but Jooyeon could only stop her from drowning so many times before he decided to pull her up out of the tub.
"Beauty you know I'm like so dangerously obsessively in love with you, but I'm not helping you change i-" "stop talking before I make you regret it." She laughed him off, pushing him out of the bathroom so she could properly get herself ready for bed.
He was right outside the door when she opened it again, Hyeong-Jun passing by in the hallway could only laugh as he saw Jooyeon kneel down only to pick Y/N up, cradling her to his chest. "What is going on?"
"Princess treatment" Y/N said, but it was like her words offended Jooyeon personally. He adjusted his grip on her to glare at her, and then turn to acknowledge Hyeong-Jun. "Ignore her - she's diagnosed crazy. This is bare minimum."
Everyone in the apartment stopped for a moment - shocked that Jooyeon actually called his girlfriend crazy, but she just giggled at him, not missing a single beat as she nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck.
"I can't believe you just did that!"
"Neither can I…." "Holy shit…." She heard the other boys reactions, chuckling uncomfortably.
"If I hear anyone call her crazy - or anything remotely similar. I will end you." Jooyeon threatened them with a smile on his face.
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While Y/N got ready for bed, Jooyeon prepared their bedroom; They shared a shoebox sized room in the apartment they shared with the other boys - their bed taking up most of the space, but Jooyeon claimed they needed a big bed "we're getting a dog!" he would insist - and has been for the past 3 years of living together.
It started with turning the lights down low - the lamps down low. Y/N would complain the big light would hiss and hum, and he had a feeling in her current mood it would just overstimulate her and possibly cause another unwarranted melt down. With the app he turned the colour pink, both lamps a soft colour as he turned the brightness down. Next, her nightlight - it doubled as a white noise machine. He turned on rain against a tarp, and turned the brightness down on the round machine as well.
He was precise, turning the nightlight colour to cyan - it wasn't something they discussed fully, but he remembered whenever she would turn the light on, she would always turn it to the brightest blue shade.
Lastly, he spread out her electric blanket over the bed and turned it onto its highest power.
He used to hate the blanket - something that she kept from her previous relationship, it was something he would petulantly pout about when she would use, but now, it was a tool that helped his beauty rest and recover.
It was useful.
"This isn't princess treatment?- oh!" Y/N's eyes widened and closed as she felt the heat of the blanket once Jooyeon placed her ontop of the matress. He chuckled at her reaction, shuffling his shoes off, taking hers off, and climbing into bed beside her.
His long arms, his strong hands pulling her body close to his. Y/N's back met his chest and he hooked his chin over her shoulder. She melted into his embrace as if an instinct, his hands finding her lower stomach, gently rubbing and massage the bloated area. "Nah, this is me, loving my girl, holding her close, being a good boyfriend…"
One hand left her body to turn the tv on, but as soon as she held the remote, he was quick to cling back onto her. "Tell me, noona… Tell me how am I spoiling you right now?" But she couldn't think straight, her mind various versions of cloudy and muddy.
"Next thing I know you're going to pull a joint out..." she hummed tiredly, her eyes zoning out on the program she put on the screen in front of them. Jooyeon turned to his side of the bed, pulling out her precious dab pen.
He sneakily slid it up to her lips, and when she realized what it was, she perked up with joy. "I thought you threw it out!" "What? Your illegal substances? How do I even-" he was cut off by how fast she took the baby blue pen from his hands and took a deep inhale, holding her breath a good few seconds.
Immediately met with a headrush, she soon felt her entire body become limp and pliant, all tension she once held now melted away with her exhale. Jooyeon rubbed comforting circles on her back as she coughed a lung up, but he could tell she felt better.
"Seriously, I just don't know how to dispose of that thing properly to get rid of it" Jooyeon tells her. Y/N laughed as she laid her head on Jooyeons now bare chest - she claimed the skinship helped her feel better, and he wasn't one to argue with his beauty over her body. His hand brushed her hair back gently, the soft strands silky between his fingers.
"How are you feeling my beauty?"
"I'm okay, I have you, I have water. My pain isn't bad right now. I'm just sleepy." Jooyeon kissed her forehead again, and pulled her closer into his chest. "It's okay to sleep. You can have a nap, I can wake you up in a few hours?" "What will you do while I'm asleep?" "I'll figure something out, don't you worry about me."
It took a little more convincing, and even Jooyeon reading his current book outloud to her, but she finally nestled into a comfortable position, and drifted off into dreamland. He studied her features, each line, each stress, each freckle, each feature that made Y/N - Y/F/N.
His Y/F/N.
Jooyeon repositioned the two of them one last time before he settled into bed himself. He tucked a pillow underneath her hips for comfort, put her on her side, one arm underneath her head, the other hand massaging her lower abdomen.
Lee Jooyeon is an only child raised by loving parents who was taught to love, nurture, and respect all relationships in his life: Platonically or romantically.
When he learned that his girlfriend had a hormonal, chronic disorder that affected her once a month, every cycle. He took it upon himself and learned what it was, what he could do, what he could look out for, and how to be there for his partner when she couldn't voice it herself. Jooyeon saw his actions as out of the ordinary, sure - but this was his life, his partners life, and it was their new normal. He needed to be comfortable and familiar with what it was, it was going to become his new ordinary.
What he didn't see his actions as were 'princess treatment' - sure Y/N could have walked from the bathroom to their bedroom, sure he could could have let her bathe alone and not let her talk out her feelings or her day - but he didn't. His mom told him to treat others how he would want to be treated, and with her, it was a no brainer.
She didn't want to be alone - so she wouldn't be alone.
A/N was this a personal entry? 100000000%
Do I have *any* shame?
No, none whatsoever.
*When I said it was personal - it was personal. This is a creative piece letting me vent my feelings about my recent diagnosis freely.
My work does not speak for everybody with PMDD, just what I have been experiencing myself, and what has been professionally documented (In my specific case)
The disorder effects everybody differently and symptoms can vary from mental to physical, and it is unpredictable - though it is manageable.
link 1 link 2 - Basic, easy to find websites going further into depth and detail about PMDD (Canadian websites)
Finally getting a diagnosis for this has been an eye opener for my mental health- helping me process and realize what I have been struggling with for so long. At first, specialists assumed I have endometriosis, and test after test was inconclusive to the point I stopped with my follow up appointments.
This is piece is a favourite of mine due to the feelings I was able to pour into my work, but also because I am able to spread the word more about womens health to the best of my knowledge, thus the best of my ability.
I love you, and I hope you are having a good morning, day, night - wherever you are. And please remember that as the world turns, the sun goes down and comes back up, and so must we.
Have hope and resistance in your hobbies, your creativity, your joy, your wonder and your curiosity - and never stop working and reaching for a better tomorrow, week, month and year to come.
synopsis; jooyeon wasn't typically a jealous person, that was until he met the love of his life, you. when he found out who you’ve been visiting at the cemetery, he filled with rage and demanded answers.
a/n; someone recommended me do a part 2, so thank you @haerinter. i wanted to put a little more angst in this one, i hope you enjoy.
lee jooyeon asked you to be his girlfriend 2 months ago to the day. it's hard to imagine the person you were before: anti-social, depressed, and wanting to just be in bed all day. now, you were like his little sidekick wherever he goes, plus you've met amazing friends throughout it.
tonight, jooyeon is picking you up from work, where the two of you will attend 'the party of the year' at one of his friends' from college houses. you made sure to wear a cute flowy dress with heels to work, so you didn't have to go back home and change.
"you look a lot happier, Y/N, after everything that happened. i'm just looking out for you." your overbearing coworker, who doubled as a mom, has been grilling you about jooyeon for 30 minutes, and she can tell you're dissociating. "thank you for caring, i know he looks tough on the outside, but he's really a sweetheart." you knew pleading a case with her was pointless, she already made her mind up after you came to work crying over a fight with him a few weeks ago.
she just gives a remorseful smile and walks back to her desk to finish grading the papers that piled up. you are a teacher-in-training until you graduate at the end of the year, so there wasn't much for you to do on friday when all the kids left.
you look around your shoulders to make sure no one is watching, then take out your phone.
Y/N; it's almost 6pm, are you excited to see me?
joo; of course, i'm already waiting outside looking at your pictures, but i want the real thing
your ears turn red at his message, and you quickly put away your phone before you could reply when someone walks past.
at exactly 6pm, you hurriedly pack your things, plus weekend work, and hug your coworker, "don't worry about me, i'm smart." she hugs you back and nods, "i know you are, have fun tonight, sweetie."
walking outside and seeing jooyeon leaned against his motorcycle, surrounded by the familiar cloud of cigarette smoke, made your heart beat faster.
"you look amazing, baby doll," he smirks when you walk closer, your heels clicking the ground with every step. you give him a joking twirl so he can have a 360-degree look, and he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer to his chest. "can we never go 3 days without seeing each other again?" you mumble in his neck, giving it small kisses while you inhale his cologne and cigarette scent.
the two of you had to work opposite shifts the past 3 days, plus studying for school, there was no time to see each other. "of course, i already told my boss i couldn't work night shifts again," jooyeon reassures, lifting your chin to give you a sweet kiss, then puts his jacket around your shoulders when he notices you shivering slightly. little did he know it was due to his kiss, not the chilly air.
you enter the party with jooyeon, his hand holding yours tight while he makes his usual rounds of greeting all his friends. you meet a few people you've never seen before and talk with their girlfriends while jooyeon catches up.
oh seungmin walks up with your friend who was tight around his waist and huff at them both. you tried not to make it obvious, but subtly isn’t your strong suit.
the two men talk about work while you just stand behind your boyfriend with your arms crossed. “i’m going to get a drink..” you didn’t care if he heard or not, but you still made your way to the table that had an array of alcohol.
instead of going for you typical safe beer, you decide to take a few shots of tequila. he hasn’t even noticed i left, he’d rather talk to the back stabbers.
the big fight you had 2 weeks ago was all because of seungmin, and even though jooyeon forgave him, you weren’t so easily influenced.
2 weeks ago
you walk downstairs to see seungmin and your best friend on the couch early in the morning, both drinking coffee. you smile at the then because of how perfect they were together and the two thank you for brewing the coffee earlier.
“what are you and jooyeon doing today?” Y/F/N wonders but you just shake your head, “i’m busy today and he’s hanging out with his friends, which includes seungmin, apparently they’re having a “boys night.” seungmin nods in agreement, “if anyone talks about their girlfriend, they have to drink until they’re back out drunk.”
your friend and you roll your eyes simultaneously and giggle to each other, “i’m off to visit the grave, i’ll see you guys later.”
little did you know, when you were gone, Y/F/N told seungmin everything about your ex boyfriend. how you were high school sweethearts, destined to be married, the perfect duo, and how jooyeon was the complete opposite of him, so she was surprised when the two of you got together.
she’s never been known to keep anyone but her own secrets, but you wanted to tell jooyeon about everything at the right time. unluckily, right after he left, seungmin texted your boyfriend everything.
at midnight you were in bed, dreading the work day tomorrow, and missing jooyeon like crazy but he wasn’t messaging back because of boys night.
you send a last goodnight text, and your entire body jumps when your bedroom door slams open. jooyeon stumbles in, obviously intoxicated beyond belief, and you stand from your bed, trying to help him walk straight.
“what are you doing here? i thought you were at hyeongjun’s house?” jooyeon wiggles out of your grasp and fumbles with your light switch to turn it on. you squint your eyes at the sudden brightness and get a good look at jooyeon.
he had no shirt on for some reason, his regular jeans, boots, a cigarette behind his ear, and messy hair from his motorcycle ride.
“i was just making sure you didn’t have anyone in your bed,” he spat pitifully and begins looking around your room for a potential mystery man. he opens your closet and starts throwing clothes everywhere while you grab his cold arm to make him stop.
“joo, why the fuck would someone be in my room?” you start tearing up at the accusation and he turns to face you, “why wouldn’t you? i’m just a drunk loser who’s going no where in life, you deserve someone who’s going places.”
tears run down your face and your fists clench at your sides, “yes you are drunk, and that’s why you’re acting like this, you’re not driving home tonight, just shut the hell up and lay in my bed, we’ll talk about this tomorrow.”
jooyeon grabs your face in his large hands and pushes you against a wall, staring at you with his dilated eyes. “you still miss your ex boyfriend don’t you? that’s why you visit him every week.. seungmin told me everything, you’re still in love with him and just used me as a distraction.”
every word he said hurt worse than the last and you finally had enough, pushing him off of you aggressively, making him stumble backwards. “my ex died 2 years ago jooyeon, if i needed a distraction, it would’ve been right after he died, not years later. i’m with you because you’re the only person who could bring me back to life.”
you knew the only way seungmin would know all this information was from your friend, and it all made sense. his random outburst, wasn’t so random.
“then why do you still visit him? if you’re over him, there’s no need to visit every single sunday with new flowers.”
“BECAUSE IM THE REASON HE DIED YOU ASSHOLE!”
jooyeon’s eyes went wide and it seemed like the drunkness immediately wore off by your words.
“y-you killed him?”
you close your eyes shut tight, trying to stop the tears from flowing more and sat down on the edge of your bed. “i didn’t murder him, but i’m the reason he’s dead. i broke up with him over text like an asshole, after one stupid fight we had.. he was running to my house to apologize, or change my mind.. and while he was running, a car hit him.”
jooyeon falls to his knees after the explanation and reaches to grab your leg but you move it away from him. “so that’s why i visit him, i’m full of guilt everyday, even deciding to date you was a big risk, but i know how happy you make me, so i pushed away my guilt for you.”
you sniffle and bring your knees to your chest, hiding your face. “i’m sorry Y/N, i listened to the jealousy in my head.. i should have came to you first.. i’ll leave.” he stands to walk out, but you grab his wrist, “you’re not driving this drunk, sleep in my bed.”
that entire night was spent on the uncomfortable couch, crying and anger filling your bones. seungmin and your friend didn’t let you tell jooyeon on your own terms, plus, they made the two of you fight.
you take two shots of the tequila and make a sour face. “too strong for you huh?” a random man who was next to you laughs, and you just nod, hoping the conversation wouldn’t go further. if jooyeon can get that mad at a dead man, imagine what he’d do to an alive one.
you look up to find your boyfriend and see him already staring with squinted eyes to the man. you shake your head to jooyeon and scoot further away from the stranger. “you should try this, it’s my favorite rum,” the man smiles, not realizing the danger he put himself in.
before you could decline or speak at all, jooyeon was already inbetween the two of you, gripping the poor kids shirt in his hand. “jooyeon, leave it alone, remember what we talked about. not everyone is a threat.”
he grunts at your words but takes a deep breath, letting the stranger go, “she has a boyfriend, back off.” the man just nods and runs away. you rub jooyeons arm and kiss his cheek from behind, “i’m proud of you.”
he turns around with a blushed smile, giving your lips a kiss, “that actually felt good.” his knuckles would’ve been bloody by now and it saved the two of you a fight. “good boy,” you giggle and kiss him again, then grab a shot of his favorite alcohol, “have fun.”
jooyeon takes the shot and wraps his arms around your waist. “let’s go have fun together,” he wiggles his eyebrows and you playfully slap his shoulder when he gives your butt a squeeze. “no baby, your friends want to hang out with you, we can do that when you spend the night.”
he gives you a fake pitiful pout and pushes himself against your thigh, “what am i supposed to do with this then?” you knew he wouldn’t give up, especially with the half hard on he already had that rested on your leg.
he has opened your life so much sexually, that you were used to blowing him in a random restaurant bathroom, or skillfully riding him at the movie theatre, and your favorite, grinding on each other at the club until you both cum.
you nuzzle your face in his neck and kiss the almost healed hickeys he had littered around. “want me to blow you?” his dick twitching in his pants gave you the answer before his mouth could. “let’s go outside, i don’t want to know how many loads have been left in the bedroom upstairs.”
you walk jooyeon outside with him close behind, and point to a cute treehouse, “we’ve never done it in a treehouse before.” jooyeon let out an excited giggle and you look around to see if anyone was watching while you climb up the creeky ladder.
“i don’t know about you, but my view right now is great,” jooyeon says when his eyes make contact with your lingerie panties due to your dress. you open the door to the tree house and climb inside, making sure to lock it when jooyeon makes it in as well.
you look out one of the windows, and it seems that no one noticed your presences inside the treehouse.
you turn to look at jooyeon who was rubbing himself through his pants and you giggle, crawling over to your boyfriend. “you’re so impatient baby.” he didn’t deny, just nodding while rubbing himself harder when you crawl to him.
you replace his hand with yours and jooyeon let out a hissing noise, “those 3 days have been rough,” he chuckles but got cut short with a moan when you squeeze his member.
you unzip his pants slow, tracing your finger over his underwear with an evil giggle. “please baby, i need to cum.” you agree not to tease him any further, pulling down both his pants and underwear to his mid thigh.
his jaw clenches when the cold air hits his exposed dick that rested on his stomach and you grip his base firmly. you spit on his tip, letting the saliva run down his length, then begin pumping it with your fist. “your hand isn’t the same as mine, huh baby?” jooyeon shakes his head with a pant while his eyes glue to your hand that began pumping so fast it looked blurry.
you shake your hair behind your shoulders and cease your hand, replacing it with your warm mouth. jooyeon grunts at the wet feeling of your tounge swirling around his tip and moans softly.
he takes the cigarette he always has behind his ear and lights it while you sink lower on his dick, until your cheeks are full. jooyeon takes a hit of his cigarette and watches your head bob on his dick fast, his hips twitching at the sensitivity.
he uses his free hand to grab your hair in his fist, pushing you down further until your nose touches his abs. “damn baby, i want to fuck your little mouth so bad.”
you pull off his cock and get on your knees, opening your mouth wide for him. jooyeon smirks at your obedience and pulls his cigarette away to kiss you roughly. you kiss back with a whimper and he pulls away, licking your saliva off his lips.
he puts the almost gone cigarette back inbetween his lips and slides his tip in your welcoming mouth, thrusting instantly. you refrain from gagging and grip his thighs for stability when he grabs your hair to push into the back of your throat harder.
he throws the cigarette to the ground and tilts his head back as his hips fuck your mouth relentlessly, “shit Y/N, you take my cock like a good girl,” he groans loud, pulling on your hair with a whine.
you reach a hand up to play with his balls while you feel his tip hitting the back of your throat with every thrust. “i’m the only one who can fuck your mouth like this baby. i’m the only one who can fuck your sweet pussy. i’m the only one who can eat your sweet pussy too.” his thrusts get rougher the angrier he got at the thought of someone else fucking you the way he does.
when you begin to gag, he smirks down at you, keeping his pace the same. “my good girl can’t handle it anymore? don’t worry i’m so close, keep playing with my balls.”
you do as he says and jooyeon grunts with every lazy thrust he gave, tilting his head back again when the both of you feel his balls tighten up.
he grabs your hair in a messy bun, pushing you to his abdomen as his movements stop, and cums deep in your throat with a loud grunt. “mmm, swallow it all.” you give his sensitive dick a hard suck to drain everything out of him, swallowing the large load.
when jooyeon pulls out slow, a little bit of cum drips down your lips and you lick it off with a giggle, his familiar salty cum tastes so much better after not tasting it for days.
jooyeon pants loud and watches you with tired eyes, then sits down on the floor again. “that was amazing, thank you my doll,” he moves some sweaty hair out of his face and you crawl towards him, kissing his neck. “you’re welcome my handsome boy.”
he rubs your back while he rests for a bit and you straddle his waist to cuddle. “i promise i’ll repay you when we get to your house.” you hum and kiss his neck again, “how will you repay me?”
jooyeon chuckles and gives your butt a pat, “i’ll let you ride my face, sound good?” you nod and kiss up to his lips, “what else are we going to do?” you question, not being able to ignore the wetness that pooled in your panties. “how about i let you take control tonight, you can make me do whatever you want and i can’t say no.”
you smirk and wipe off the eyeshadow that ran down your boyfriends eyes from earlier with your thumbs. he looks down suspiciously when your hips begin moving subconsciously and he chuckles, “i thought i was the impatient one.”
you ignore him, scooting down to straddle his thigh, “i can take control tonight huh? what if i just want to get a good nights rest?” you tease, rubbing gently at first on his jean coated thigh.
“i know my baby too much for that, you’ll want to go 3 rounds before you sleep,” he teases back, immensely watching your hips moving on his thigh.
you lift your hips up and slide off your panties, tossing them on jooyeon’s lap with a giggle. you angle your clit perfectly on his thigh and begin riding a bit faster with a low moan. “jeans feel so much better than your bare thigh joo.”
he holds your panties in his hand and bites his lip hard, “remember last time you rode my thigh? you squirted for the first time.” you moan at the memory and rub your clit faster on the fabric, looking at jooyeon with pleading eyes.
“lift your dress doll, i want to see,” jooyeon smirks, rubbing his dick with your wet panties in his hand. you take the dress off completely, keeping the same pace and look down to see a wet spot on his jeans.
you hold onto the top of his thigh and rub your hips in circles, biting your lip hard at the new sensation. “you look so sexy right now Y/N,” jooyeon growls, jerking his dick faster with your panties and your body shakes above him. “yo-ou d-do too,” you moan inbetween words and jooyeon chuckles at your cuteness.
you look at jooyeons hand while you grind, the roughness of his jeans gave the perfect friction to your clit. “rub faster baby girl, i want to see you squirt again.”
you rub in circles faster with a whine, gripping your own boobs in your hands. “how do my panties fell on your cock?” jooyeon tilts his head back, letting his adam’s apple bob with a swallow. “so fucking good baby, i’ve noticed you only wear lace underwear after i told you i like them.”
you blush and nod, “you’re my only one joo, the only person i want to please is you, the only persons opinion on my panties that i care about is you.” jooyeon’s body squirms and groans loud when he shoots his second load into your panties.
you smirk at his orgasm and grind your hips even faster. “fingers.. give me three fingers.” you pant when you feel your lower half heating up.
jooyeon instantly reaches his hand out and you lift your hips, sliding down on the fingers. “finger me as fast as you can, i think i’m going to squirt again.”
he leans over and does as you say, banging the three fingers into you quickly. the sound of your wetness squelching from the pace made you tighten around his digits. “oh yes baby, i’m so close.”
jooyeon takes it as a challenge, curling his fingers in your gummy walls while pumping fast. you nod at him as a signal to remove his fingers, and rub your clit as fast as you could while the squirt streams out of you.
you go back to jooyeons thigh and rut fast when your second orgasm comes, squirting again on his jeans with a yell.
you stop your movements as your orgasms come to an end and pant heavily, looking at jooyeon. he had soft eyes and a wet face, making you giggle. “sorry i didn’t mean to aim for your face baby.”
jooyeon grabs your waist and pulls you on his lip so he could kiss you. “i’m so in love with you,” he smiles and kisses you again. you blush bright at his random confession and kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. “i’m so in love with you,” you repeat back and hold onto him close, “we better start getting dressed, we shouldn’t have been gone so long,” you giggle and jooyeon shakes his head. “we’re sneaking out the backyard and going to your house, i want to see you do that again.”
you nod and peck his lips repeatedly, sliding your dress on after standing from his lap. “can i have my panties?” jooyeon hides the fabric behind his back and shakes his head, “these are mine now.” you laugh and slap his arm playfully, “i’m not going to have any left if you keep stealing them.”
summary: jooyeon shows up at bookstore pluto at closing time and takes you to a bar with shitty live music, as if the fight you had a few nights ago never happened. a confrontation there makes you leave before the concert ends, but later you realise it was for the better, because that leads to him, finally, opening a door to his mysterious world. it’s only a glimpse, yet it’s enough to make you realise how deeply you’re falling for him
pairing: non-idol!jooyeon x fem!reader | streetfighter!jooyeon x bookworm!reader | bad boy x good girl trope
genre: angst, smut w/ plot ( 18+ ) » 4.9k words
contains: additional scene from part one. jooyeon backstory. mean!dom!jooyeon, exhibitionism kink (they do dirty things on a rooftop), breast play, tits slapping, hickeys, spit kink, praise mixed with degradation, pet names, unprotected sex, brief just the tip, solo (f) masturbation
a.note ! if you haven’t read love looks good on you, you can still read this drabble if you’d like to, but there’s some jooyeon backstory included that would make much more sense if you have read that fic beforehand. it would also make sense later on, in case you’re planning on reading part two in the future! of course, it’s all up to you :’)
After the last customer leaves, carrying a paper bag with a romantasy series, the day is done, and the sign is flipped to CLOSED.
Outside, one of the last summer days hums with distant traffic, chatter and laughter coming from different friend groups headed to different places.
The lock clicks, warmth hitting your bare arms as you drop the keys into your bag. You see him the second you turn - he’s leaning against the brick wall, chin tilted down slightly as he watches you through a few strands of brown hair.
Your stomach tightens from that familiar reflex, the one you truly dislike, because it’s not made of anger only. It’s also memory… and want. All the things you try to shelve and lock away in order to bring your life back on track - peaceful, the way it was before you met him.
You zip your bag and and look away. Maybe if you pretend he’s just another passerby he’ll dissolve in the heat.
“Hey.”
You adjust the strap against your shoulder and start walking. But quickly, his footsteps fall into rhythm beside you.
“You’re still mad,” he starts; no questioning in his voice. “You have the right to be, I get it.”
You keep walking, gazing ahead as you remain silent. Then you catch him let out a huff of laughter.
“I’m terrible at apologies, you already know that.”
You stop abruptly, almost causing him to walk into you. When you look at him, your eyes are like sharp glass; a clear disbelief of his audacity.
“Then don’t,” you mutter, surprisingly calm. “I don’t want to hear it anyway.”
Jooyeon’s lips twitch once; a small but evident crack in the mask he pretends not to wear on his face.
Instead of giving him time to think of something to say, you turn and continue walking. Immediately, he follows you, as if everything you have just said was nothing but air.
“Wanna do something tonight?” He asks, a half-grin forming on his lips, so his tone sounds more uplifted.
“No.”
His voice drops a notch from curiosity. “Are you going home?”
“Yes.”
“Boring,” he shoots back.
You stop again, this time with a sigh. “What do you want, Jooyeon? I doubt you are here just to analyse how I use my free time.”
Crossing arms in front of your chest, you watch him shrug, as if he’s about to say something obvious and problematic.
“You just spent your entire day speaking about imaginary people... with strangers.”
You scoff from disbelief. “And? How is that a problem for you?”
“Now you’re going back home to silence. Alone.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re bored.”
“I found peace,” you counter, holding his gaze. “We’re very different, Jooyeon. You made that perfectly clear.”
“I don’t want to fight, alright?” he says, voice back to casual. “I came here to steal you for a couple of hours.”
“I’m not an object you can steal whenever you want.” An exhale of disbelief escapes your lips.
However, as you simply look each other in the eye, the corner of your mouth betrays you. A hint of smile blooms, and Jooyeon’s sharp gaze easily captures it.
He doesn’t comment on your words, or on the excitement you failed to hide. He gestures vaguely toward the street. “Come with me.”
You look down at your feet, struggling with yourself. One part of you internally screams yes, and the other, the more reasanoble one, tells you to walk away.
Jooyeon smiles - that crooked, reckless smile that always looks like the beginning of trouble. “You need some noise, pretty girl.”
“I don’t like noise,” you argue, but your voice is quiet as you lift your chin up.
His mouth is still curved with confidence, his eyes observe you like he knows parts of you that you’re not aware of at all.
“But you like feeling alive.”
You hesitate, unable to respond.
“Come on,” he coaxes, “if you hate it, I’ll drive you home.”
You emit a breath, disguising your surrender like frustration, and follow him. His grin is immediate, victorious in a more boyish way than usual.
The sun glints off the windshield of his black car parked nearby. He opens the door and you settle on the passenger side.
The windows stay open when he starts driving. Neon signs, people, everything blurs as the wind tangles in your hair. “You didn’t even tell me where we’re going,” you comment eventually.
“That’s kind of the point,” Jooyeon smirks.
Finally, he pulls up in front of a small bar wedged between a tattoo shop and a bake shop. Bass vibrations already leak through the brick walls as you climb out the car, glancing at the red sign flickering above.
“What band is it?” you ask, slightly skeptical when you go down the stairs.
“No idea,” Jooyeon replies. “Does it matter?”
Inside, the stage is barely even a stage - just a raised platform with mismatched lights and a guitarist who looks like he hasn’t slept in days. The singer, evidently intoxicated, pours emotion into the microphone, making it crackle under the weight of it.
After a while, as the night goes on, Jooyeon shifts closer and closer with his drink. His shoulder brushes yours and stays; his hand finds the small of your back, thumb drawing absentminded circles through the thin fabric of your floral top - it’s thin, almost translucent under the flashing reds and blues, soft and loose in contrast to all the dark denim and leather around you.
Jooyeon notices that people notice you. How you stand out, soft and polite. How their gazes linger, trailing slowly from your head to your waist, curious and sharper sometimes. Each time it happens, he steps closer without thinking, always making them look away first.
You feel the shift in him, the way his calloused fingers press firm against your spine, but you keep it to yourself.
However, you can’t not mention the way he looks at others.
“You’re glaring at people,” you glance at him, but he doesn’t turn to you.
“I glare at everyone,” he smoothly brushes it off.
“Sure,” you murmur through a half-smile, vision drifting back to the stage.
“Except at you, of course.” He adds, finally shooting you a glance.
You don’t get the chance to answer as someone bumps into you from the side. Instinctively, Jooyeon’s arm lifts, sliding around your shoulders to steady you before you even lose balance.
The motion is so quick and effortless, intimate in a way that contradicts every careless I’m not good at relationships he’s ever thrown between you like a shield.
Your heart skips - you fit perfectly… in his arms, pressed gently into his chest. His forearm is warm against your collarbones, your mouth almost brushes his wrist.
You still, willingly frozen in this moment.
Until he drops his arm. “I’m going to the bathroom,” he says, leaning, so you can hear him. “Don’t move.”
You remain alone, or as alone as anyone can be in a room banging with noise and strangers, holding your soda. A minute later, a man appears beside you; his smile is all teeth, repellent.
“You look lost, sweetheart,” he says, leaning in too close. “This place isn’t your scene, huh?”
“I’m fine.” You answer, polite but distant.
He doesn’t take the hint, though. Men like him never do.
“You don’t have to stand here alone. I can show you where the fun is.”
“I’m not alone,” you say, shifting uncomfortable now. “My… boyfriend will be back any moment now.”
“Boyfriend?” he glances theatrically before focusing on the way you angle your body away. Immediately, he blocks your exit, forcing the action to seem casual. “Relax, we’re just talking.”
He lifts a hand to your elbow. And then - Jooyeon’s fingers close around his wrist mid-air.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
The guy turns, irritation ready on his tongue. But then a recognition flickers in his eyes, and for a second he hesitates with his next move. His gaze narrows and a slow grin creeps in.
“You… I’ve seen you! You’re that guy—”
All the noise fades under the current roaring blasting in Jooyeon’s ears - the old instincts rise. His muscle memory whispers various solutions to this, and they all end with someone on the floor. His knuckles go white around the man’s wrist, making him wince.
His gaze is piercing; it takes two more seconds before the man backs off without finishing the sentence, rubbing his hand as he disappears in the crowd.
You see it - the version of Jooyeon he never talks about. As the lights flash red across his face, you see the version you sometimes catch small bits of whenever he drops by the bookstore with freshly bruised knuckles and tired eyes.
He looks at you, and slowly his fierce gaze is replaced by something else, slightly quieter.
“I’m okay,” you murmur, but he’s already reaching for your hand.
Your fingers lace together, warm and immediate, and he leads you toward the door with the decisiveness of someone who knows staying here, especially after this, is a bad idea for reasons he will never say out loud.
You don’t talk much on the drive; not that you were expecting to.
Around ten minutes later, Jooyeon parks in front of an apartment building, squeezed between two taller ones.
When you enter together and start climbing the stairs, you expect him to stop at a door, but he doesn’t. Instead, he silently pushes open a metal door at the end of the hallway.
The night air greets you again as the rooftop stretches wide and open. The skyline unfolds in every direction while the moon hangs low and bright.
“You live on… the roof?” you step out slowly.
A ghost of a smile appears on Jooyeon’s face. “Not exactly.”
He walks a few paces ahead, then stops. “But this rooftop is why I moved in here.”
You notice a subtle shift in his posture, it seems less guarded now. Then you glance around - this place doesn’t look special nor sentimental. You wonder what he means exactly, but you’re afraid to push for details.
Jooyeon’s eyes are fixed somewhere beyond the city lights, the wind lifts his hair. How could he tell you about the very first fight he won here? How could he express what that memory means to him?
He got knocked down twice that night. He really thought he was done, but then somehow he got up on his feet, and… he won. The feeling when everyone left and he stayed up here alone for a while still lingers in his chest.
A girl like you would never understand.
“Something happened here when I was nineteen,” he starts, unsure why or how to even continue. “For some reason the city looked much different and bigger, but… reachable. I liked that.”
He shrugs, suddenly sounding self-conscious, as if he’s revealed more than he intended. “So when I saved enough money, I rented the apartment downstairs. For this roof.”
You sit down beside him; the concrete is still warm. “Do you come up here often?” you ask.
“Yeah.”
You turn your head to look at him. The lights pour colors across his cheekbone, blue and violet.
A soft smile finds you before you can stop it. “You know, that’s surprisingly poetic for a guy who’s never finished a book.”
He huffs, eyes dropping to the gravel between his shoes. “Don’t quote me on that.”
Silence settles between you, but it isn’t awkward or heavy. It stretches wide and breathable, like the sky above. You fold arms loosely around yourself. Beside you, Jooyeon eases back onto the conrete, hands tucked behind his head, chest rising in a slow exhale.
“Height and air…” he murmurs, almost to himself. “Feels nice.”
A quiet laugh escapes you, light like the wind. You glance at him over your shoulder. “You contradict yourself a lot, Lee Jooyeon.”
He turns his head at the sound of his full name. His eyes flicker with a spark, like you’ve tapped a hidden chord inside him. After a moment, he props himself up, gaze settling on you with an intensity that erases the little distance between you.
“And you?”
His question is simple, but the way he looks at you isn’t - it never is. His eyes are so much darker up close, not just in color, but in depth, and so much more unreadable.
Adrenaline shoots through your veins - a bright, reckless spark fed by the lingering warmth of your drink, by the privacy of the rooftop, by the dangerous illusion that it’s just the two of you existing in this moment.
For the first time, you don’t think. You just lean in.
The kiss is soft at first, tentative; a quiet, gentle collision of mouths who were never supposed to memorise so much of each other. Jooyeon has never felt anything like this in his life - soft, such cautious lips, a single shared breath. Faint taste of soda and lip gloss.
Your fingers linger in the soft cotton of his black t-shirt, feeling the steady heat of his chest as you slowly pull back. You lift your chin and search for his eyes.
You’ve never been the one to lean in first. You’re the one who waits for a clear sign, for permission. And yet, you just closed the distance between you like some invisible force pushed you.
You brace yourself for teasing, or a silent smug satisfaction, but instead you see only surprise. Not because you kissed him, but because you dared to. His gaze shifts briefly to your mouth, then back to your eyes, studying you like you’ve just changed the rules of a game he thought he’s the only one in control of.
“Was that…” your voice fails you.
But then, a second later, he captures your lips, deep and claiming.
His touch grazes your cheek as his other hand comes up at your waist, gripping enough to invite you onto his lap. The kiss intensifies quickly, escalating into your face heating up, your breath hitching.
Jooyeon detaches with a low groan, but his hands sneak beneath your top, travelling along your spine.
“Can’t believe you’ve been hiding this bold side of yours,” he murmurs, voice slightly roughened at the edges. A faint smile forms on his mouth, impressed with you, before it vanishes so that he can lean into your neck.
One wet kiss, then another one, just above the first and closer to your ear. “You can’t hide anything from me, you know that, right?”
A sigh from your lips dissolves into the night air, your head falls backwards as his tongue rolls against your skin. “I don’t usually…”
Jooyeon cuts you off, quiet but firmly. “I know,” he says, then proceeds kissing the side of your neck, getting more invested in the process; your sensitivity and inability to contain your rising delight egg him on.
His lips go reddish, shifting to the centre of your throat, pressing a single gentler smooch. Meanwhile, his fingers find the straps of your top, pulling them down your shoulders.
The warm breeze brushes your nipples immediately. “Jooyeon…” you gasp softly, trying to cover yourself with your hands.
The neighbourhood below is mostly asleep, the sky above you is dark like ink… but still. Your eyes quickly dart toward the stairwell door.
“It’s just us here,” he rasps, gaze locked on your lips; his own raise slightly amused at the way you’re scanning the area for witnesses.
You let out a soft, nervous laugh. “Are you sure?” The suspicion in your voice makes it airy, light.
“Here, mine are bigger,” he teases, bringing your hands down, so his palms can cup your boobs. “I’ll hide them for you.”
You can’t help but laugh again.
His movements are unhurried, but once he gropes your flesh, the sensation has your stomach dipping - not from fear (you’re with him, so there’s nothing to be afraid of), but from the strong awareness - of your environment; how exposed you are, how reckless.
It’s a mystery… how everything around you fades when you’re with Jooyeon.
You roll your hips slowly, feeling him get harder beneath you. Then, his breath ghosts your lips as he leans forward to kiss you, hard, like he wants to swallow each little sound you make every time he presses against you. Every time he circles your tongue with his. Every time his thumbs flick your nipples.
Soon, his grip on your breasts tightens a bit; a sign that his patience is going thinner.
A whine escapes you, slipping right into his open mouth when he pulls at your left perky nipple.
“Still worried someone might see?” He asks once he finally retrieves only enough to look at you.
Your thoughts feel so scattered that you can’t respond right away.
“Doesn’t seem like you are,” he teases with an almost sinister grin. Then, he lightly slaps one of your boobs, making you twitch on his lap.
You swallow, finally realising you’re soaking wet. Your breathing slows as he gently caresses the area around your hard nipple - before smacking it one more time. “I—I just…” you hesitate, heartbeat going faster. “This feels…”
“Dangerous?” He offers. “Thrilling?” His eyes look down where he keeps kneading your boobs before finally smacking the other one too; multiple times in a single second.
It starts to sting, every slap lands a little harsher than the last, but most of all - it awakens those familiar urges only he can fill.
You lock eyes with him, nodding once and slow.
“Good,” he murmurs, thoughtfully watching the agitation on your face, like he knows exactly what it’s doing to you. “Touch yourself a little, then.”
You swallow again, thickly. You try to keep your vision strictly upon him, so your courage doesn’t falter, but almost immediately your eyes flick to the nearing buildings.
“Eyes on me, baby, c’mon.” He leans back slightly, planting both hands on the ground; his voice is demanding in that casual way of his. “Want you to tell me how wet you are.”
Your entire face burns now, as if there’s someone around the corner listening to every filthy word he says. Your adrenaline levels go even higher as you pull your zipper, sneaking one hand into your pants.
Certainly, you’re a mess - your middle finger instantly dips into your pussy, feeling the pool of arousal.
Jooyeon bites down on his lip at the sight of your expression shifting beautifully. Your boobs squish together, a delicious view, as your hand moves up and down, desperately seeking some relief.
“Ah, feel that pussy, that’s it…” he breathes, cock growing bigger and greedier for touch. “So fuckin’ hot.”
Your hips sway forward once. Encouraged by the pleasant sensation of your clit brushing your palm, your body immediately repeats the motion.
“Tell me,” he continues, “how wet are you right now?”
A moan escapes you first, then a reply: “A lot…” your brows scrunch as you sink deeper into your pussy; as much as the restriction of your clothes allows you. It’s not much, but you’re so turned on that it’s still enough to bring strong pleasure.
“Oh yeah? Why?” he grins, moving an inch closer. “Is it because you like it when I make you behave dirty?” Swiftly, he grips your jaw to tilt you back, already seeing the answer in the glint of your eyes. As quickly, he kisses you on the mouth, messily and rushed, groaning against your slick lips; a string of spit is left hanging on your chin. “Only a really really naughty girl would do this kind of thing here.”
He remains close; so close you feel his warm breath on your face. If he wasn’t, you would’ve allowed your half-lidded eyes to shut completely as you move your slick fingers to your clit, spreading the moisture.
Instead, you watch his sharp and alluring features forming an expression locked between infatuation and something that resembles a frown.
“You got something to say?” He mutters.
This time the answer slips easily. “I want this…”
Gaze permanently on your lips, Jooyeon shifts one hand to your neck, calloused fingers settling on both sides. He doesn’t apply real pressure but your pulse still heightens simply by the presence of his hand against your throat.
“Not as much as me,” he says, almost whispering.
Your lips automatically part a little more, and a few seconds later his spit, thick and slow, dribbles on your tongue. Without hesitation, you swallow, then you lick your lips with a pleasant hum; hand still in your panties but barely moving - you’re too entranced by him to do anything else except watch him.
“Look at you, baby girl…” he smirks, pressing his thumb a little harder against your neck. “You’re already so desperate for it, hm…”
You let out a small whine of agreement and rub your clit faster. His bold words arouse you further, you can’t ignore the rising rush any longer.
Jooyeon catches your wrist suddenly quickening, jerking in attempt at better positioning. His gleaming gaze drops to his lap. “Aww, that pussy misses me a lot, huh?” His tone draws out mockingly, dripping with artificial sympathy. “I can hear her crying from here… she’s so needy.”
After everything he just said, your breath stutters from surprise when he suddenly grips your wrist. The sensation unexpectedly falters and you mewl desperately.
But he shushes you. For a single moment, he sounds gentle rather than condescending or teasing.
His hand around your neck adjusts but never leaves. “Bring those messy fingers to my mouth,” he instructs.
And when you do, his lips close around your slick digits, immediately sucking on them, like they’re coated in honey or something even sweeter. He groans in satisfaction; the low gravely sound has your mind going fuzzy.
Unhurried, he backs away, but your wet fingers linger; they stay on his puffy lips a moment longer, enjoying the warm texture, the sensual shape - a vast contrast to the rest of his face, to his way of speaking, to his touch.
He glances at you, then he welcomes them one more time, simply grazing them with his teeth as he does so. “Let’s get inside,” he says quietly afterwards.
It’s your first time being inside Jooyeon’s apartment, but you barely have time to take it in. One moment he’s unlocking the door, and the next you’re stumbling backward into his bedroom, the world narrowing to him, and him only.
You catch only fragments: faint scent of smoke, a not so small collection of vinyl records that he wasn’t lying about.
He settles against his pillow, head against the wall and watches you leave all your clothes scattered on the sheets. You don’t see where but his pants are thrown somewhere on the floor along with his underwear.
The mattress dips under you as you settle onto his lap - just the way you were positioned earlier while you were outside on the rooftop, but… with his hands all over your naked skin.
It is a new position for you, so your hands hesitate for a second, unsure where he would prefer them on his body…
Jooyeon doesn’t say anything, though - he simply gazes at you with dark, intense eyes, palms full of your ass cheeks, gripping tightly. Until he leans in and latches onto one of your boobs.
You tighten fingers in his shirt, trying to ground yourself in him, but his confident tongue moves so blissfully over your nipple, and his puffy lips suck so hard before letting go, you only end up feeling weightless.
You exhale heavily; the sound his mouth makes when he backs away, lewd and wet, brings heat to your face.
“Mmm,” he hums, delighted, squeezing, like he’s discovered a new toy. “Could suck on these all night.”
Then, his dominant hand lifts and lands on your left boob with a sharp slap - smacking the area that’s glistening with his spit.
The sensation runs right through you, making you wince as you fist onto his shirt. Below, you feel a sudden warmth brushing you, and that causes your clit to start throbbing again.
Jooyeon must have felt the same - he hisses through teeth, pressing his head back lazily. “Shit—that pussy is so wet, doll…” his voice stays low. “… got me so freakin’ hard. Gonna do something about it?”
His other hand slides up your thigh while you lift slowly. An amused smirk spreads on his lips at the sight of your eyes lingering onto his hard cock.
“Go on, take it.” he mutters; his breath roughens immediately as your fingers obey, lining him up with your entrance.
The head slips in, slick and warm, and your mouth opens in state of pure pleasure. Inch by inch, you go down, feeling the exciting stretch that makes your mind go delightfully blank. Halfway down, a small whine escapes you and you retrieve to the tip; a slow, sensual stroke.
Jooyeon’s grip tightens urgently. “Fuck—“ For the first time you see such instantaneous reaction from him. “Why are you teasing, baby?”
His entire body tenses as you move up and down, letting your tight walls massage only the head - small, gentle pumps that make his fingertips dig into your skin as the squelching fills the room. The thrill coming with each squeeze is addictive; you want to enjoy it just a little more.
A ragged moan tears from his throat when you finally lower in a smooth, stirring slide. “There you go…”
The immediate heat of his thick size filling you is incredible, yet your body stops again - around the middle of his length, trickling arousal all the way down to his balls.
Jooyeon’s eyes clench shut at the overwhelming emotion, his lips suppress another sound. But then, he laughs, low and huskily.
“What’s up, baby girl? Poor pussy can’t handle it?” He moves one hand to the side of your face. “Thought you wanted this cock really badly.”
“I do,” you breathe, thighs trembling around him. “It’s just… feels nice like this…” your pulse flutters wildly as you shift a little, wet pussy throbbing with desire.
He doesn’t agree nor disagree, but you can see it - the reactions he insists on hiding from you every time you lift for yet another leisurely stroke; stopping just slightly below the swollen tip.
“Shit, baby—“ he exhales and the air doesn’t quite come back the same; his breath stutters for a single second. To return his composure, he raises a hand to slap your ass. “I could cum if you keep teasing like this… we don’t want that yet, do we?”
You watch the slight smirk on his lips, cocky and demanding, and you can’t help but imagine it vanish from euphoric pleasure.
Just like the first time, the first time you invited him in the stockroom, you wonder what it would be like if you had the confidence to vocalise your desires openly like him.
“Do we?” he repeats, steadying you with his lustful gaze alone.
You shake your head at him wordlessly.
“Smart girl,” he coos, letting out a slight chuckle.
The way he says those two words is enough to make your cunt pulse even harder.
The next second, a loud moan bursts out of you - hands clamped on your hips, he forces you all the way down without a warning; your ass drops against his thighs.
“Joo—“ you mewl, feeling the impact of the intrusion everywhere.
“Move,” he cuts you off.
The temperature inside you rises as he jerks his hips upward impatiently. As you try to adapt to his rushed rhythm, he simultaneously manages to take both of your wrists and lock them together behind your back with a single grip.
“All the way in, pretty…” His warm breaths hit your neck. Holding tightly onto your wrists, he orders: “Now bounce on it. Bounce on my fuckin’ cock.”
His vision is permanently drawn to your parted lips - where breathy little sounds slip into the air - occasionally drifting to your hazy eyes that barely stay open as you pick up a speed.
With arms restricted behind your back, you rise and drop, pussy walls stroking his length, gripping it stronger and stronger as the mutual rush heightenes.
“Fuckkk—feel that?” Jooyeon groans, “Feel how deep it goes now?”
“I-I… I f-feel it, oh my god—“ you babble, the incredible way he fits inside you leaves you nearly breathless. “I feel everything…” A warm melting weakness begins to take over your limbs when you find your pace, not slow but not too fast either. “You’re so big,” the words slip before you can even realise the thought has crossed your mind. Your eyes roll back as you land yet again, teasing your special deep spot.
“Yeah?” Jooyeon smirks, then leans in and licks up your collarbone. “You’re such a slut tonight.” He gives your blissful face one last look before lowering his lips and scattering open mouthed kisses all over your neck.
Your whole body burns, especially with his mouth hanging open, panting into your skin, your wrists soon start to hurt from his persistent grip, but you enjoy that sensation too. You enjoy it so much that in the next moment you orgasm; strikingly, until you can't move nor speak, your slickness coating him entirely now.
It’s a mystery… how everything around you fades when you’re with Jooyeon, until everything turns quiet, and you lose track of who you are anymore.
synopsis: after losing the love of her life, Y/N became a shell of the person she once was, her out going personality, became stoic and dull. when Y/N’s friend drags her to a club on a random wednesday night, she meets jooyeon, the only person who can bring the light back inside of her heart.
genre: angst, smut, slowburn, some fluff
words: 7k (gulp)
warnings: afab reader, slow burn, oral (m & f receiving), dom!jooyeon, switch!jooeyon(kinda), name calling, slapping, cursing, talks about death, smoking weed, drinking.
a/n: i just lost someone in my life so i was feeling emo lmaooo, i also love goth jooyeon. not proofread
you never thought you'd be the girl who hangs out at cemeteries, and with how uncanny it sounds, you weren't here without good reason.
you sat at the gravesite of your ex-boyfriend, who tragically passed 2 years ago to the day, and brought a new pretty vase full of white roses to the headstone.
the plan was to just set the flowers down and leave, but, like usual, you couldn't help it and continued to relive all the memories you shared over the 5 years together.
after 2 hours of venting about your life to a headstone that didn't speak back, your phone vibrates 5 times in a row, and you immediately know it's your best friend/roommate.
y/f/n; hey
y/f/n; are you okay?
y/f/n; i thought you were going to be 'just a minute'
y/f/n; hello???
y/f/n; can you bring sushi on your way back?
you read the messages with an inexpressive face and grunt when you stand up and finally are able to stretch your legs out.
halfway through replying to your friend, a movement catches your eye in the small woods near the cemetery. you squint to make sure you weren’t going insane, and soon a group of boys who looked like they were up to no good appears out of the opening of the trees.
there were 4 of them: a tall, straight long-haired boy, a shorter, shaggy brown hair, one who looked like a model that was hanging out with the wrong crowd, and the last really caught your eye.
he had ghostly white hair with black highlights, a slim figure, a killer jawline, and his smile, although cocky, made the entire dull cemetery shine brighter.
he looks up from his beer can and arches an eyebrow when he notices your eyes, which you didn’t realize until it was too late, was lingering on his every movement.
when the group walks past, the blonde boy looked your body up and down while the others laughed, but you were more focused on their scent.
they smelled of various alcohols, weed, and different colognes mixed together. your face scrunched in disgust as the wind wafted the scent towards your nose, but you tried not to make it obvious, and just watched the group walk off.
looking down at your ex to say goodbye was the hardest part of visiting, but you had to go home at some point tonight. you kiss your hand and rest it on the headstone, then walk off and don't look back, so you won't change your mind.
2 full weeks off of school was exactly what you needed to get a refresh from life, your roommate already made a 2 week planner for the two of you. something new, spontaneous, and social everyday so you can, in her own words, “get back to your old self.”
“you know i still have to work weekends, so we can’t get too wild on a work night,” you remind her, while she describes the entire friday night she had planned, which wasn’t supposed to end until 2 am.
you can tell she forgot by the aggressive sound of scribbling on her notepad she made for the weekend nights, and you let out a rare giggle. she was the only person you could be around for long periods of time without feeling completely drained.
“well, it’s only wednesday, so we’re getting dressed in our cutest outfits and going to the club. i need to be blacked out after that term paper, i know you do too." there was no disagreeing there, so you just go with what she says. you miss your free spirit personality, but there's a slice of fear in your heart that part of yourself is gone forever.
the front of the club was empty, no wait line, and you almost hoped it was closed tonight so you could crawl back in bed, but the numerous motorcycles outside told a different story.
your friend dressed you in a crop top, a small skirt, and what seemed like the highest heels she could find, so walking inside the club made you a little shy.
what the two of you saw after entering the club was not the usual edm music with drunk people dancing and having a good time. a sea of faces turns to look at you, all wearing masquerade masks, and you glance at your friend with your lips pressed together.
you look up the club name and see it's emo week, every day is a different theme, tonight being 'masquerade ball,' and you couldn't help but laugh at your friend's lack of research. "now this is living, we can't leave now," she begins laughing with you, and you nod in agreement, heading straight to the bar.
you feel more eyes on the back of your head as you walk, when your heels click against the floor louder than they sounded with the slower radiohead song coming from the speakers instead of the music that typically plays, and you awkwardly order a shot to the masked bartender.
"i've seen you before.." your body turns toward a voice that spoke in a low tone behind you. a man with, of course, a mask, towered over even in your heels. "oh, let me guess, in a dream," you had sarcasm laced in your words, which made your friend elbow your side. "he seems cute, be nice," she whispers in your ear and turned around to give the two of you space.
"uh sorry, that was a joke.. continue your punch line.. please." you had to grit your teeth through the words, but let him speak anyway. "no, i literally have seen you before. if I were trying to flirt, i wouldn't say that dumb shit," the man laughs, but it was slightly muffled by the mask.
you press your eyebrows together in confusion, then it instantly hits you when your eyes travel to his hair, that was now in a ponytail. white with black streaks.
"you're graveyard girl. my friends and i have seen you quite a bit, actually." they even gave you a nickname? "well, then you're graveyard boy," you shrug defensively, and he lets out another laugh. "nah, there's a spot in the woods where we smoke and drink, we just cut through the cemetery to leave."
the silence between the two of you was louder than the music playing, and he finally speaks again, "would you like to dance?" you contemplate for a bit and feel another nudge at your side by your friend. of course, her nosey ass couldn't help but listen in.
you give the masked man a nod, and he leads both of you to the dance floor. "so, graveyard girl, why did you pick a cemetery to spend your days?"
"it's actually Y/N."
he noticed your deliberate ignorance of the question and rested his hands on the top of your hip bone to keep it more respectful as both of you gently sway.
"nice to meet you Y/N, i'm jooyeon."
there was something about his voice, and his almost assertive demeanor that began loosening the tightness in your chest you've felt ever since the accident.
jooyeon gives you a twirl and pulls you close to his chest with a chuckle at your very embarrassed face. "what? i said we were going to dance." he smirks under his mask, but even you can tell his cocky facial expression.
"to 'no surprises by radiohead'?" you still had a red face from the slow dancers giving both of you side eyes. "you're quite the pessimist, Y/N. we need to change that."
you couldn't even argue; you knew he was right.
"can you take your mask off?" although you've seen his face before, you wanted to get a clearer look.
jooyeon loosens the strings in the back, and an audible gasp comes out of your mouth when he pulls it off completely.
his face was more godly than you remember, this time he was wearing heavy black eyeshadow, eyeliner, and a pale blush.
without thinking, you reach a hand up and drag your finger across his sharp jawline, making him flinch instinctually, but not pulling away from your touch.
"sorry, the alcohol apparently got to me," you whisper with an awkward laugh, avoiding eye contact, even confusing yourself. it's not like you to be so touchy with strangers.
jooyeon grabbed your chin with a light touch, forcing your head to look into his eyes, "i don't think it's the alcohol, you only had one drink," he had the sexiest smirk you've ever seen on his lips, but you tried not to act affected by it.
"oh yeah..." was all you could think to say, and he pinched one of your cheeks with his free hand. "you're blushing again."
you finally get free from his grip and grab his wrist, "i'm too hot in here, can you come with me to get some air?"
your friend was now completely out of mind when jooyeon and you walked outside in the cold, even knowing how smothering she is to her friends, especially at clubs or bars.
jooyeon rests his back against the brick wall in the alley and looks around before pulling out an already burnt joint from his pocket. "want some?"
you shake your head, never enjoying the feeling of being high. "is the air making you feel better?" he now had the joint between his lips, and you looked at it, mesmerized. "y-yeah, i feel better now. maybe i will have a few hits," you mumble without thinking, and after a big inhale, he passes the small roach to you.
you wrap your lips around the bottom where jooyeon's was and take a big hit. "so, are you a witch or something?" you ask bluntly, after handing him the roach.
he laughs through his hit, making him choke on the smoke, "a witch? you're funny," he continues to laugh after coughing.
the serious face you had made him seize his laughter, and he leaned in closer to you, "why? do you think voodoo is the only explanation for you wanting to kiss me so bad?"
you nod matter-of-factly, and jooyeon puts out the blunt against the bricks, "no, i'm not into witchcraft, i don't pray, there's no black magic. maybe it's you, and your attraction to me." that could be a possibility.
"i've just never been like this, i don't look at attractive people and think, 'oh, i need to kiss that face, or it feels like i'm going to die,' i'm more of a 5 dates in, and maybe you can hug me-" jooyeon was smiling during your rant, and without you realizing, he grabbed your waist in his hands.
"you done now?" your eyes flicker up at him, and you nod, "okay, good." his grip on your waist tightened, and close your eyes tightly, then you feel jooyeon's coarse fingers on the back of your neck as he pulls you closer to him. your heartbeat was elevated so loud you could swear jooyeon hears it as well.
his weed and tequila breath fanned over the bottom half of your face so you knew it was about to happen. you pucker your lips for him with eyes still shut tight, and he lets out an airy chuckle before kissing you gingerly at first.
you haven't kissed anyone in 2 years, so the anxiety about not doing it right came flooding in, but soon disappeared by the way jooyeon takes all the control.
he had your neck still in one of his hands with the other on your waist, and slides his tongue in your open mouth. he turns the two of you around, so your back is now pressed against the cold bricks and wraps your legs around his waist.
jooyeon gets comfortable between you, trailing slow, sloppy kisses down your neck. "that feels good." your voice is breathless, and he can sense the neediness in your words.
jooyeon grabs your bottom lip in his teeth, maintaining eye contact while pressing his very obvious hard-on against your soaked-through panties.
you give him a kiss to muffle a moan, and he presses once again harder, sending shivers through your body from pleasure. "is it also not like you to makeout with a stranger in a dirty alley outside of a club?" jooyeon had a teasing tone and you didn't realize a pedastrian can walk by at any moment.
"it's not like me at all," you whisper in his kiss, now beginning to move your hips as well. jooyeon lifts one side of your skirt up with his hand so it is propped on your hip, and before he can lift up your shirt, the club door slams open.
"Y/N?" "Y/N?"
jooyeon lets you down from the wall as soon as your friend comes around the corner, holding onto the arm of the model-looking boy you saw at the cemetery with jooyeon.
she sees the two of you clearly fighting for breath and the smeared lipstick she put on you only a few hours prior. "sorry, i just wanted to say, seungmin offered to take me to his house, jooyeon, make sure Y/N gets home safe."
he gives a polite smile and nods his head, then says goodbye to seungmin, "if you end up staying at our house tonight, look in my bedside table drawer," your friend calls out to jooyeon as she walks off to her car.
you stand in the alleyway, pulling down your skirt awkwardly, and begin walking away from jooyeon without a word. there was enough humiliation for the night; it's better to just exit and hope to never see him again.
he grabs your wrist tight before you could get too far, and when you turned to look at him, his face was full of confusion. "i'm taking you home, you can't walk alone in the middle of the night." you just slightly nod and follow him to his vehicle.
jooyeon swings a leg over his motorcycle and turns around to you, patting the seat behind him with a smirk, "tell me where you live."
you contemplate for a second, but decide to ignore the fact that he's been drinking, smoking weed, and is a stranger. you promised yourself to live life to the fullest, so you sit behind jooyeon and wrap your arms around his waist. he gives your hands a pat after you give him the address, and he takes off, making it to the quaint apartment soon.
jooyeon stands from the bike and helps you off, giving your head a small peck. "can i have your number? i'd like to see you again, maybe finish what we started?" your face turned red, but you shook your head, "the night is still young, come have a drink with me."
jooyeon was shirtless, standing at the end of your bed with a sinister smirk that stared down at you. your eyes trail to his chiseled v-line and squeeze your thighs together, but he leans down to grab your cheeks in one hand, so you're forced to look him in his eyes. "i'm going to make you feel better than anyone ever has."
you gulp at his statement that sounded more like a threat and just nod your head. jooyeon kisses your already puckered lips due to his grip, and you moan in his mouth when his other hand finds the patch of wetness on your panties.
jooyeon chuckles at the amount and slips a hand in your panties, making your legs spread instinctively. “you’re so wet, i bet you could just cum from my fingers,” he challenges, but there was no competition, you could cum just by his voice at this point.
he stares in your eyes with a lip bite as he runs two fingers along your slit and your body gives a shiver. “you’re also so sensitive, what about right here?” jooyeon knew what he was doing obviously because his fingers had no trouble finding your aching clit. he rubs slow circles at first that had your hips lifting from the bed, then fastened with the same evil smirk on his face.
you didn’t want to admit to jooyeon that you were already close but by your loud moans and spasms, he knew.
“good girl,” he whispers with his circles going faster and he leans down to kiss your lips. you grip the back of his head and lace your fingers in his white hair to grab ahold of anything.
jooyeon pulls the hand on your cheeks away and seizing the others movements on your clit just as you were about to cum. “i want to feel you cum around my fingers.”
you whimper at the lose of his touch, but continue to moan again when jooyeon slides his middle finger into your clenching hole. “i can reach all the places your small fingers wouldn’t even dream of,” he chuckles and admires your open mouth that is letting crude moans out.
jooyeon pulls his finger out for only a second to strip you of the panties and skirt, now adding another finger along with his middle finger. he pumps them so deep you could’ve sworn he was in your stomach and you clench around them tight. “fuck jooyeon!”
you finally speaking up encouraged his fingers to go faster and he lifts up your crop top, exposing your bra. “so beautiful.” you grab his wrist, digging your nails in his skin with a whine, “i’m close.” he nods and kisses your lips, using his thumb to rub your clit.
after two more pumps of his fingers, you squeeze your thighs together and your orgasm takes over your entire body. jooyeon pulls his fingers out but continues to rub your clit fast until you were shaking. “mm, good job, that was so sexy baby,” his voice was soft and you lay panting, then feel your legs being spread wide again.
your eyes lazily look down to jooyeon who was now propped at the end of the bed, glaring into your pussy. he leans down and licks the fresh orgasm, his eyes meeting yours as he sucks on your folds.
the sensitivity made you twitch in the bed and he comes back up, taking off the rest of your clothes, exposing your bare tits. “how many more times can you cum?” jooyeon whispers in your ear while rubbing one of your nipples. “all night,” you whisper back with a giggle and he bites the side of your neck. “that’s what i want to hear.”
he was giddy by your response and moves his head down to take one of your breasts in his mouth. “can i see your dick?” you ask while he swirled his tongue around your nipples.
jooyeon nods and lays on the bed next to you so you could pull his pants down. his hard on was more intense than it was earlier that night, and seeing it through his underwear made your pussy tighten again.
his shaft was noticeably long and you could see the precum his mushroom shaped tip let out. “wow,” you think outloud and run a finger along his length, landing on the wet spot.
you slowly peel down his underwear and your eyes widen when his dick finally flops out, “now i see why you’re so confident in yourself,” you whisper at his length and jooyeon laughs.
you grip the base in your hand and pump, noticing a slight curve in his dick. he let out a sigh at your touch and reaches to grab one of your tits in his hand while you jerk your hand faster on his length.
jooyeon hums when you pick up speed and tilts his head back slowly, “spit on it.” you obey and let a trail of spit go from his tip to the base, then jerk fast with a slicker movement.
“good girl, take it in your mouth now,” jooyeon was pinching your nipples and you gulp, intimidated by his size but yet, you do as he says, and open your mouth, sinking your head down on the tip.
your cheeks were already full but you wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel, so you take another inch of him until he hit the back of your throat.
jooyeon watched you the entire time with lust in his eyes and he began rubbing your back gently, “fuck.. you’re such a good girl, you take my dick so well in your mouth.”
your pussy clenches at his words and it encourages you to bob your head fast on his length, struggling to not gag. what couldn’t fit in your mouth, was in your fist, pumping it in the same rhythm as your mouth.
tears swell in your eyes when you look up at him and you breathe heavily through your nose. you pull off with a gasp of air then suck on the tip and lick a stripe down his shaft. “fuck i want to cum all over your pretty face.” you smirk at jooyeon and take him all the way in again, bobbing faster than before, not caring about the gagging or tears that fell.
before he cums, jooyeon pulls you off his cock, reaching over to grab the condom he found in your friends bedside table drawer, and slides it on slow with a grunt. “i want you to ride me please.”
you straddle his waist with a nervous breath, not sure if he could fit inside, but the reassuring kiss he gave you made you feel better.
jooyeon grabs the base of his cock and rubs his tip along your folds with a smirk when he notices your wetness built up again. “just sit down on it, your pussy will get used to it.” your head nods at his instructions and lift your hips to align with his tip.
you slowly sink down, each inch burned at the stretching and the lack of sex in the past few years, but you continue with the sinking until he was completely inside of you.
jooyeon noticed your hesitancy to move so he grips your hips tight in his hands, and helps you bounce at a slow pace until you get used to his size.
once the tip started hitting your sweet spot and moans spill out of your mouth, you move on your own. jooyeon takes one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks hard on the sensitive bud, adding to your pleasure.
“go faster pretty girl, you feel so good,” he had his head tilted, looking up at you with a lip bite which made you nervous at how sexy he was.
you do as he says and begin to bounce on him faster, your tits moving with the rhythm of your hips. “shit jooyeon,” you whine at his tip hitting your g-spot and throw your head back as your pussy clenches around his cock tight.
jooyeon licks his lips and gives your ass a few slaps then grips the skin in his hand hard, “i knew your pussy would fit around me so perfectly baby.”
you lean down breathlessly and kiss his lips deep as your bounces increase in speed, making the bed squeak under the two of you.
jooyeon wraps his arms around your back and with all his power, thrusts upward into you deeper than before. you yell in his neck when you pull away from the kiss and whimper moans at the aggressive ruts inside of you.
he flips the two of you around so he was ontop and puts both of your legs over his shoulders, continuing his vigorous movements. “god i wanted to make the first time a little slower but you’re so irresistible, i cant help but fuck you hard.”
you look up at him and see his eyes full of darkness while he drives his cock into you with precision. he had his teeth gritted and the loose hairs of his ponytail were over his shoulders.
“then fuck me, dont go easy on me,” you even surprised yourself with the statement and he smirks, wrapping a hand around your neck. his hips snapped so hard against you, the skin slapping was the only thing being heard in the room.
your mouth opened wide to moan but jooyeon’s hand tight around your throat didn’t let anything out and he chuckled evilly. “i want you to cum around me baby, i want to feel you clench around me, okay?”
you nod with a muffled whimper and get closer and closer with every hit to your gspot he gave you. you felt a familiar feeling in your stomach and you look at jooyeon with begging eyes. “is baby about to cum huh?” you nod with tears growing and he pulls his hand away so you could moan.
his pace grew faster and a grunt comes from his mouth that shot straight to your core. you grab his cheeks and kiss him deeply, his biting on your lip taking you over the edge. “fuck jooyeon!” you let out a shriek and clench around his still moving cock, cumming so hard you begin to see stars.
jooyeon grabs your neck again, looking down at your limp body and cumming inside the condom with a squeeze on your neck.
he pulls out slowly after riding out his high and pulls of the condom, throwing it in your trash can next to your bed. “damn that was the best sex i’ve ever had.” he pants and lays next to you, putting the blanket over your bodies. “can we do that a lot? like everyday?” you ask, kissing on his prominent collarbone.
jooyeon nods and chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist, “of course Y/N, i’m just resting and we’re doing it again.”
2 weeks after meeting jooyeon you’ve been neglecting to visit the cemetery, but you made a promise to yourself to go today.
you kneeled infront of your ex boyfriend’s headstone and begged forgiveness, “i love you, but i really like this guy.. we’re not dating, but he has made me feel more alive than i have in years. i wasn’t living, i was just existing.. i know you would want me to move on, i guess i’m just saying this out of my own guilty conscience..”
you set the flowers you brought in the vase and smiled at the headstone, “i’m still going to visit you every week, until the day i die.”
your phone buzzes and you smile bright at the name that popped up.
jooyeon: i’m having a party tonight at my place, be my date, also bring Y/F/N for seungmin lol
you stand from your kneeling position and kiss your hand like you always do, resting it on the headstone before leaving the cemetery.
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you dressed in a cute flowery sun dress that jooyeon bought you a week ago and had Y/F/N put your hair in two pigtails. you look at your reflection then look at her, “do i look too cutesy?” she nods then laughs, “but i think jooyeon will like it, don’t worry.”
even after 2 weeks of hanging out, you hate to admit how nervous he still makes you.
when you knock on the door of his and seungmin’s shared apartment, you see jooyeon’s roommate’s smiling face. “come in, we’re getting drinks for everyone.”
you bow politely at seungmin and walk inside, looking around to spot the white haired boy you’ve come accustomed to.
jooyeon’s back was turned, towards the drink table and you can already tell he looks handsome. he’s wearing a black button down with the sleeves rolled slightly, his typical black jean pants, and boots that had a small heel.
you saw smoke coming from him and giggle when his body flinches at your arms wrapping around his waist suddenly. jooyeon turns to face you and smiles when he sees the dress you’re wearing.
“wow, i knew you’d look stunning in that dress,” he wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his head in your neck, “you look a little too good actually,” he chuckles and kisses on your skin soft then squeezes your butt.
you slap his arm at the kisses and let out a laugh, “get me a drink you perv.”
jooyeon turns and pours you a shot of tequila, then himself one. “bottoms up.” you both take the shot and make faces at each other. “gross.” he takes a hit of his blunt and pours another shot, “you’re the only person i know who’s chaser to alcohol is weed.” you loved his quirks and the way he never makes the time you spend together, dull.
jooyeon takes the shot he poured and takes another hit of his blunt making you laugh again. “cross faded is the best faded to get,” he winked then takes your hand, leading the both of you to the living room where all his friends are.
you didn’t expect him to introduce you as his girlfriend, but ‘friend’ just sounded too formal, like you’re a coworker or something.
you bow to each friend he introduced you to and made awkward small talk that you weren’t very good at, but you wanted to impress jooyeons friends otherwise.
after an hour of talking about motorcycles with his goofy friend named jiseok, jooyeon takes your hand and sits on one of the love seats.
“so how do you like my friends?” jooyeon hesitantly asks, letting you sit in his lap while he drinks a beer. “i like them, you guys are all alike, i see why you’re friends,” you tell him honestly, he knew you didn’t like too many people around and it drains you, but you wanted to try for him.
“we’re all alike? i’m the most handsome one though right?” you giggle and nod, kissing him for the first time of the night. “Y/F/N even thinks you’re the most handsome out of the 6 of you, including seungmin,” you turn to your friend who was kissing the man a few feet away.
jooyeon hums at the new information but turns his attention to you, “i forgot to ask, do you want to spend the night? i’ll probably be too fucked up later to take you home.” you knew that was just an excuse, he takes alcohol very well and you’ve never seen him so drunk that he wasn’t alert.
“of course, i will have to borrow your clothes to sleep in though.” you wiggle your eyebrows to tease jooyeon. “you will start out in my clothes, but you’ll definitely end up sleeping naked after i’m done with you.” you blush bright and hit his arm again to be quiet so no one would hear his dirty talk.
jooyeon reaches his hand up and runs his fingers through one of your pigtails with a hum, “pretty.. very pretty baby.” he kisses your cheek then down to your neck and your eyes close at the feeling.
you pull away from his kiss and grab his beer from him, “don’t get too excited yet joo, you still have a party to host,” you tease with a giggle and take a sip of his beer while he’s fake pouting, “what if we slip away for a bit, they won’t miss me,” he bargains but you shake your head with another evil giggle.
jooyeon leans into your ear with a hand firm on your ass while he holds you on his lap and squeezes hard. “you’re going to regret teasing me.” you shrug, not caring what the outcome will be because you’re ashamed to say you love his rough side.
after everyone either left safely, or was knocked out in the living room, you begin to pick the house up so jooyeon didn’t have to do it tomorrow. he comes downstairs and whistles to signal you, “don’t worry about that baby, it’s seungmin’s turn to clean the party mess.” you laugh and continue to put empty beer bottles in a black trash bag, “i dont mind cleaning, it’ll be easier for them to do tomorrow.”
jooyeon walks further down the stairs and squints his eyes at you with a lit blunt hanging on the edge of his mouth. “Y/N, do i have to carry you?”
you perk your head up and rest your hand on your hip with a stone face but get butterflies at his words, “i guess you will if you so please.” you turn around with a smile and continue picking up the trash, then hear his angry feet stomping down the stairs towards you.
jooyeon grabs you by the waist and slings you over his shoulder with ease. you squeal at being lifted off the ground and he slaps your ass while walking up the stairs.
he opens his room door and lays you on the bed with an evil smile, taking another hit of his blunt, “i know what you’re doing Y/N, and so, i’m not giving it to you so easily,” jooyeon puts out his blunt in an ash tray and gets undressed until he’s only in his boxers, then lays on his bed next to you, “goodnight baby.”
your eyes squint at his stubbornness and stand up, two can play at that game. you undress completely then go through his drawer of night shirts, “i didn’t expect so much band tees, that’s really cute.”
jooyeon was huffing and puffing while watching and you laugh under your breath, “i’m going to sleep in the nirvana shirt.” you finally decide and slide it on, walking slowly to him with a smirk.
the shirt hem ended at your middle thigh and jooyeon couldn’t take his eyes off your legs as you walk to his side of the bed. “do i look pretty? i put my hair in pigtails for you.”
jooyeon huffs again and shifts his legs to give his hard on some relief. you throw the blanket off his body and tsk at the tent in his boxers, “i thought you were so mad you couldn’t fuck me.” the giggle you let out made him more mad and he grabs your wrist, pulling you close to his face. “i can always just jerk myself off.”
you raise your eyebrows at him and nod, “you’re right, go ahead then. dont let me stop you.” jooyeon grits his teeth but plays along anyway, sliding down his boxers while you sit at the edge of the bed to watch him.
he grips his base and begins to jerk, looking at you the entire time with a lip bite. jooyeon spits on his hand and jerks faster with a moan, reaching his other hand to lift up your shirt but you slap it away. “no, you said you can jerk by yourself.”
he groans with a mixture of annoyance and pleasure, closing his eyes to concentrate. “what are you thinking of jooyeon? talk to me.”
he pumps his fist faster with a moan, “i’m thinking of the last time you were over.. you’re on all 4’s while i shove my cock in your mouth like it was your pussy.”
you blush at the memory and lean down to kiss his neck softly, “i bet you want to recreate it, don’t you baby?”
jooyeon opens his eyes and nods, “yes i want to fuck your mouth until you can’t breathe.” you stand from the bed and kneel on the room floor, looking at jooyeon with a smirk.
he stands from the bed and grabs your neck in his hand, “you’re such a slut you know that?” you open your mouth to show him your tongue and nod, “only for you.”
jooyeon doesn’t let you get used to his dick, he immediately slams his hips in your mouth and grunts at the sudden warm wetness. “god you’re so sexy, my own personal slut.”
you relax your throat as much as you can, your eyes already filling with tears by the force of his thrusts. “good girl, take me all in,” jooyeon coos and grabs your pigtails in one of his hands to steady your head.
your gags grow louder with each thrust, almost about to tap out before jooyeon pulls out fast, jerking himself and cumming on your face. you feel the warmness hit your cheek, lips, nose, and down to your neck. “damn baby, you’ve been holding that in for a while,” you giggle and he pants, laying down on the bed so his legs don’t give out.
“yeah i’ve been needing that since this morning,” he smirks and pats his lap, ushering you to sit down.
you had a napkin, wiping down your face, and crawl on his lap with your back facing his chest. “i’m glad i helped then.” jooyeon lifts your chin up and kisses you sweetly, brushing your noses together.
you turn around in his lap so you’re facing him now and kiss his neck gently, “i really like you jooyeon.”
he smiles and tilts his head back at the kisses, “i really like you too Y/N, you’re my dream girl.”
your heart races at his words and run your fingers down his chest, gently massaging his ab area. “should i make you my new favorite boyfriend then?”
“you should make me your only boyfriend,” he replies with a teasing tone, then kisses your lips. “yes, i’ll be your boyfriend Y/N, you can stop making it so obvious now.”
you giggle in his neck and bite down, leaving a hickey on his skin. jooyeon takes off his shirt that you’re wearing and admires your body. “well now that you’re mine, all of this is mine too, huh?” you nod when he grabs your breasts in his hands and squeezes gently.
he rests his forehead against yours, heavy breath hitting you in the face, “what about this?” he asks flicking your sensitive clit with his finger. “its yours too.”
jooyeon hums and attaches his lips to yours, rubbing your nub with two fingers. “i need to feel you please, no more teasing.” he chuckles and continues to rub, “you’re impatient, doll.”
you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him with a needy whine as you begin rolling your hips into his fingers. jooyeon slaps one of your ass cheeks, urging you to go faster, and smirks at your breathing getting heavier.
you try not to moan loudly due to jooyeon's friends still downstairs, asleep, so you bite down on the inside of your cheek harshly when you finally cum on his fingers.
he chuckles and gives your ass a few slaps, "good girl, now, get on all fours." you hurry to the end of the bed, kneeling on the messy sheets while placing your hands in front of you. jooyeon walks behind you, painfully slow, and your toes curl at the feeling of a hard slap on your ass.
he had the most evil laugh when you were in vulnerable positions; you never knew his next move, and it was so exciting. "please.." you mumble with your ass in the air, but didn't dare look back at him.
jooyeon hums and rubs your cheeks in his hands, "you should beg more often, you know, it's very sexy. but instead, you like to be a bad slut," he gives you another hard slap, your ass surely red by now.
you hear a familiar unwrapping sound and look back with a pout, "can we do it without a condom this time? i want to feel all of you." jooyeon smirks down at your ass, that was moving from side to side, in an attempt to persuade him, and he grabs your pigtails, turning your head back around, without a word.
you plant one cheek against the bed and feel jooyeon slowly slide in your pussy from behind with a loud grunt. "fuck that feels so much better," he whispers and begins thrusting carefully, goosebumps appearing all over his skin.
you dig your fingers in the sheets when he enters, whining at the new feeling of flesh to flesh. every vein on his dick could be felt when he bottoms out in you.
jooyeon rests a hand on the small of your back to go deeper, and the other hand is tight around your pigtails, pulling gently at every clench your pussy makes.
at this point, you didn't care who heard; your moans echoed throughout the house with every hard thrust jooyeon gives. "you're such a bad girl, you come to my party with the dress i bought, then wear pigtails, and dare to tease me all night." his thrusts become more vigarious the more he talks and you turn back to look at him. "better punish me then."
jooyeon pulls you up by your pigtails so your back was now against his chest, "there's no use, you like being punished, i don't know what i'm going to do with a slut like you," he bitterly laughs in your ear and snaps his hips hard.
you yell at the new position and rest the back of your head on his shoulder breathlessly, "please, cum in me, joo, i want to feel you leak out of me."
jooyeon rubs your clit fast and bites the side of your neck, "i'm almost there, baby girl, cum with me." you nod, not being able to speak from the pleasure rushing over you.
he slows his pace as he nears, and with one more hard thrust, he shoots his load deep inside of you. your body twitches when his hand continues rubbing you fast, moaning loudly as you follow his orgasm. "good girl," he whispers, letting your high ride out for a while.
jooyeon pulls out slowly with a groan and lies on the bed, pulling your tired body up to him. he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses all over your face, kissing your lips last. "i can't wait to do that every day, you make me feel so alive," you whisper in his ear before slowly falling asleep happily in his arms.
Gunil seems like the type of guy to always put on a show, but in a romantic way. If you get in a fight, Gunil always ends up at your door moments later with flowers and an apology. If he's picking you up from a long day of traveling, he's holding a sign with your name on it in the airport. If you need a ride home, he's coming to get you with your favorite drink in his cup holder. After a hard day, he greets you in the kitchen, singing and dancing to your favorite song. If you make an accomplishment, he's cheering loudly from his seat, not caring if he's being too loud. His admiration for you is always shown in some sort of production, and you're the star of his show.
content warning: smut, cunnilingus, voyeurism a little, almost getting caught (doesn't happen lol), munch jooyeon tyvm
w/c: 1756
a/n: another thing quick thing I have written while drunk, let me know if there's any mistakes <3
Staff are all over you making sure your outfit is pinned in the right places, your mic pack is secured in the back pocket of your shorts, and that your lip color is bright and shiny. You’re about to go on stage to perform your solo performance for the first time ever. Your group has been around for a few years and the company decided for this album each of your members would get a solo. In meetings you specifically asked for a more mature song, you wanted to show a different side of yourself as an artist. The stage costume you wear is all black and glittery, slivers of skin peeking out in a provocative manner. You feel the vibrations from the vcr playing currently to intermission while you get ready. It’s almost an out of body experience when you step up on the stage lift with your dancers. From the first notes of your song, the crowd erupts into screams and cheers. You walk down the extended stage, singing and doing some steps of the choreography along the way. When you approach the audience you see banners with your name, the confidence you wear slips momentarily when a grateful smile lights up your face.
Then you see him, your boyfriend. Jooyeon is completely concealed by a beanie and a black mask, but you know it’s him by the way he’s standing and bopping his head. You asked him to stay in the back rows during your solo, thinking it’d make you more nervous to directly see him, but he insisted he needed to be in the front row, he’s standing with his manager and your own are around with cameras to film you, he blends right in. Either way you would’ve given the show of your life, but seeing him right there makes you feel like you have to prove yourself even more. You purposefully stop in front of the section where he stands to do the floor work section of your solo where your bare legs move in a seductive way. When you stand to walk to the other side of the stage, you throw a wink his way. If only you could see his live reaction without a mask on.
It all ends in the blink of an eye, you find yourself back on the main stage waiting for the lights to fade out while taking in all the excited screams from your fans.
Backstage your staff also cheers for you as you’re guided back to your dressing room.
“You were totally killer out there!! I knew you’d do so well” your manager comments
“Thank you!! I was so nervous I don’t even know if I slipped up or not” you sigh happily
“You did perfect! Do you need anything before changing?” she asks
“Yeah, actually I’m gonna use the bathroom first”
Your manager nods as you start to walk towards it, you reach for the handle of the door and pull it open, but you feel a weight drag you in quicker than expected which makes you shriek.
Your back hits the door suddenly and you’re caged in by Jooyeon who isn’t wearing his disguise anymore, letting his dark hair fall forward as he wears a goofy grin on his face, satisfied that he just scared the hell out of you.
“What the fuck jooyeon!” you yell smacking his arm
his eyes crinkle when he laughs at your response “I got you good, didn’t I?”
you want to laugh too but you had a job to do “what’re you doing here?! I have to go get changed soon”
“I just wanted to congratulate my beautiful girlfriend for performing so well, is that a crime?” he gives you a quick peck
“When I’m on a time limit, yes!”
you’d rather be melting into his embrace, to let yourself take in all the praise for your hard work out there but the invisible watch on your wrist is ticking
His hands that were against the door move to grab you by the waist possessively
“How much time?” His expression is hopeful when he waits for your answer
you look around the room still exasperated “like 10 minutes max?”
“perfect” he says with a devilish smirk before dropping down to his knees
“What're you doing?!” you ask even though you already feel his fingers worming their way into the hem of your bottoms, working to slowly pull them down. You feel his lips around your exposed stomach area and wiggle in his hold, noting the way those ticklish sensation make you throb and start to wet your panties.
“J-jooyeon, we can’t-“
Your words mean nothing to him as he takes off the layers separating your pussy from his mouth, he places a kiss right on your clit, making you moan quietly as your hips unconsciously tilt forward
“Oh please baby, I saw the way you looked at me up there, I know you want this too” he’s all too relaxed having you like this while you’re thinking about how you still have a show to go back to, but your heartbeat pounding is in your ears as you see the way he carries on his actions, spreading your thighs apart. He looks up at you with charming eyes you would never deny "I'll make it worth your while, yeah?” his tongue finally makes contact with your folds, licking up all the juices that spilled out of you thus far, your head falls against the door as you restrain another noise from coming out of your mouth
He gets messy quickly, it leaves you with no time to breathe, the combination of your slick and his saliva go all over the place, it runs down your thighs and his chin. He’s unapologetic about the manner in which he slurps and sucks on your clit. Your hands grip onto his hair as he laps at you like a thirsty dog.
It’s hard to not let yourself scream out at the pleasure he’s giving you, but instead you whimper as his tongue works its magic on you as you find yourself grinding on his face.
He moans against you as he’s pulled so closely into your body he almost chokes on the lack of air, the way you’re using him to get off makes his dick strain against his pants, one hand letting go of your leg to palm himself.
Suddenly there’s a knock at the door, it jolts you forward and the voice of your manager follows
“Y/n? Are you okay in there?”
Sweat trickles down your temple as you reply nervously “Y-yeah! I’m all good!”
The air of jooyeon’s quiet chuckle vibrates against you and you flick him lightly on the forehead, faking anger in your intense stare down at him, he simply laughs and rubs your outer thigh tenderly, waiting for you two to be left alone again
“Are you sure? You sound out of breath” she questions
annoyed, you roll your eyes “just tired is all!”
Two of jooyeon’s fingers start to trail up and down your pussy, soon probing at your hole and you bite down on your bottom lip and accidentally groan lowly
“Okay.. well you have about 5 minutes before you have to change, hurry up!”
“Sounds good!” You yell back as soon as she finished her sentence, all while he had slowly started inserting himself
You whip your head back down towards him
“Make me cum.. please” you beg in a whisper, running your hands through his hair sweetly
He wears a cocky grin, knowing he could send you back out there right in this moment, but he doesn’t dwell on that thought because his favorite sight isn’t the idol version of you who moves across a stage with enough strong presence and talent to entertain a crowd, it’s the you that only he gets to see, his gorgeous partner who stands above him, needy for him and the climax only he can provide.
Obeying your command, his movements become quicker, curling his digits in and out of you at the angle that directly pushes on your g spot, pairing that with the way he dove right back into your drenched cunt with his mouth, treating it like he can’t live without the taste of you. The sounds you let out start to increase in volume.
He throws one of your legs over his shoulder as he continues his attack with the wet muscle of his mouth, swirling it around your sweet bundle of nerves, his lustful efforts pining you against the door once more with his intensity. You show your appreciation through the sobs that you let out when he sucks harshly and hums to add further stimulation. He’s treating your incoming orgasm like it’ll be his ticket to heaven, to him you definitely look like a goddess with your lips parted, singing out a symphony of moans and tears lining your bottom lashes. It makes the ache in his jaw become meaningless, still thrusting his soaked fingers into you rapidly when those licking motions of his falter due to the distraction that is your beauty.
“S-so close!” you warn him
He already knew that by the way you were bucking your lower half into him, one of his hands slowly trials its way under your top and starts to pinch and pull at your hardened nipple. The combination of the satisfying feelings he's giving you make you gasp out as you reach your peak, lids closed as stars flicker in your darkened vision. You feel your knees grow weak as jooyeon drinks up everything you have to offer, not detaching from you until you tug him with a force to detach from you, which he whimpers at.
You try to breathe normally in your post orgasmic state as you catch the look on his face, almost as desperate as yours “Fuck… you’re so good to me joo, i’m sorry I have to go, i’ll make it up to you later! Promise” you bend down to kiss his shiny lips as you caress his hair
His grin is mischievous as he tells you “go baby, i've got a mess to clean up” his eyes pointing downwards, making you meet with the dark spot on his jeans
Huffing out a noise of pleasant shock, you can't help but tease him "you're so easy, my love”
Jooyeon grabs one of your hand and brings up your knuckle to his lips a leaves a soft kiss “only for you angel”
“you did so good up there, baby,” she cupped your bare breasts with her hands, dark red manicure lightly scratching the skin. she stood behind you fully clothed, but she used the empty dressing room as an opportunity to fondle her favorite dancer, “ok so proud of you.” her lips ghost your neck.
“thank you ma’am,” your voice was soft. seonghwa was making it hard to focus on the words coming out of your mouth.
she made eye contact with you through the massive mirror that showed off the entirety of your nude body. “i love watching you dance,” one of her hands drops to cup your pussy, “i love watching those men drool over you. they think they have a chance if they give you enough money.” two fingers dip between your folds, “but that’s not true. is it?”
you shake your head, watching as her fingers sink inside your, “no ma’am.” you’re completely falling apart in her arms.
“such an obedient little girl,” her voice made you shiver, “always so good. doing everything i tell you.”
you nod desperately, wiggling in her arms, trying to get her to start pumping her fingers instead of just holding them there.
“you have a private room soon, don’t you?” she rested her chin on your shoulder.
“yes,” it was with on of your regulars. one that always tipped well—paying your rent every time he stopped in. he was also seonghwa’s husband. “i can’t skip this one.”
she chuckled, “oh baby…i would never ask you to skip. but i do have a little treat. for both you and my joongie.”
she reached into her purse that sat on the table beside you. in her hand when she pulled it out was a device you were very familiar with.
she clicked the vibrator on, letting it buzz to life. “give my joongie his show, but i want you to hold this in your cute little pussy while you do it, okay?”
“yes ma’am,” you watched as she turned it off before pushing it inside you, leaving the little vibrating piece right up against your clit. “can i—ohhh,” your knees buckled when she turned it on inside you, “can i cum for you once. please.”
she smiled, kissing your cheek, “oh baby, of course. if my little girl is gonna be so good and obedient, the least i can do is let her cum, right?”
you nod, mouth falling open, eyes fluttering shut.
“oh no no no, baby,” she grasped your chin, “watch yourself. watch how you fall apart in my arms.” a small whimper escapes through your throat. seonghwa chuckle, “you’re so cute. maybe we should bring you home with us. i’m sure my joongie would love that. his favorite dancer giving him private shows.” she presses the vibrator harder against your clit, “don’t tell him this, though. i think i’d like it more than him. i’d get to dress you up in cute little outfits, try out all the toys i could find on you, maybe we could even put on a show for him.”
“i’m close,” your voice was quiet but she could hear you loud and clear.
“hmm i don’t know, baby. are you?”
“no no please,” you were shaking in her arms, “i’m close. i need to cum.”
“well then you know what i need to hear, little girl.”
tears were welling in your eyes, “mommy. please. oh mommy please let me cum. i’ll be so good. please.” your voice was desperate.
“ok baby. you can cum. cum for me,” her voice was soft in your ear, but it was all you needed to release an orgasm that nearly made your legs give out.
seonghwa chuckled. “now go give him a show, baby.”
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