I HATE HATE HATE SCHOOL SOSOSOS MUCH OMFG I HAVE A SINCE TEST AND I ONLY STUDYING FOR IT NOW AT LIKE 2 AM😭 this might be my fault but let's just pretend it's not alr..
NOOOONOOONOOO my poor bby (っ╥﹏╥ς) i definitely do not miss school…
you are a real trooper for actually staying up to study ! i would’ve just went in there with nothing but guesses…
wishing you so much luck cutie im sure you’ll do great ! ♡
i wish i had some jeongin edits in my inbox… i wish i had jeongin pictures in my inbox… i wish jeongin was in my inbox… i wish i had a free bag of chipssssuh (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝)
❤︎ 𝒿eongin can’t seem to keep his hands to himself . . .
♪ ﹒﹒ bf!𝒿eongin ﹠ 𝒻!reader . ݁˖ ♡
ⓘ smut, alcohol mentions, cursing, petnames, unprotected sex (nono), creampie, mating press, possessive!jeongin, han cameo ﹒﹒ 🎼 𝓌ritten . 1𝓀
𝓉o 𝓎ou ◞ the long awaited smut draft is finally here ! kinda short & i still don’t like it but i hope you do hehe … ♡ + ⟲ & enjoy!
contrary to popular belief, the so called “shy maknae” is anything but “shy” when it comes to you.
jeongin is well aware of how his members, and most of the world see him. a soft, sweet, cute and reserved persona that he can’t seem to ever escape. it’s a true rarity for him to willingly hold his hands out to another person, preferring to keep to himself. he’s grown accustomed to the touches and flicks, pats on the back and hair ruffles from the boys he knows and loves, but even then, he could still call himself a bit iffy with that sort of contact, pushing it away when he feels like it.
but with you? handsy.
jeongin is actually a greedy, possessive, handsy man. everything he supposedly is “against” goes straight out of the window, a seal he cracked open himself when he met you. yes, he loves to cuddle, to kiss and hold hands witj you in moments, which are in private for the most part. but he also has made you keenly aware that his hands love to claim what’s his.
he starts it off cutely innocent. small brushes against your spine, a smoothly undetectable grip behind your neck that lasts only a second. get him somewhere he feels comfortable, and he’s the definition of hands on.
tonight, it’s only a smallish party. him and the other seven, you, and some close friends in the industry to celebrate yet another win in their largely ever growing career. some music bumps in the background, and your dress sparkles underneath the low lights whenever your shimmery perfume catches them. a half empty martini glass sits to your left, extra olives completely gone, and to your right sits a very happy han jisung with something disgustingly fruity in his cup. where’d he get the good stuff?
and behind you is jeongin. your dressed up, sober boyfriend who’s silently laughing at how you considered a martini to be a snack instead of a drink.
“baby, you could’ve just ordered something. they have food.” he says with a soft touch to your side, grazing a finger over the folds of fabric by your hip.
“a martini is food, maknae... olives. duh.”
han jumps in the conversation with a jumbled “olives are nasty”, but you’re too busy focusing on jeongin to spit a witty response back.
because jeongin won’t stop touching you.
he’s muttering soft conversation, with some words exchanged between him and his supposed hyung, who acts younger when drunkened, and his actual older members who gather in the vicinity at empty stools and seats. most wouldn’t even take a second glance at jeongins mannerisms. but you do.
he gets experimental with his fingertips, one just barely slipping under the fabric he was just touching, retreating shortly afterward only to get bolder with every second. his hand glides up, then back, then down until he lands a soft pat to the plush of your bottom.
“no, hyung. i’m driving her home, so i’m not drinking.” he says. you hear someone, maybe minho, say something about having good responsibility. little does he know jeongin is nowhere near responsible with the lewd mind he carries, and with the way he’s practically groping you in front of his friends.
now he’s rubbing his hands up and down your arms, soft and slow with the sweetest kiss to the side of your neck, but you can feel the devilish intent hidden in his lips.
you’re getting hot and bothered now. you’re past the point of it being just the alcohol, that reasoning considered hysterical by this time. your face is turning flushed and rosy, and you use your manicured hands to cover it as much as possible. jisung would never let you hear the end of it.
“i like this dress on you..” is a honeyed compliment that slips from jeongins mouth next, his touch softening with that same hold he’s had on your hips.
“i think the bartender does too.”
and as quick to come to a revelation as you usually are, you finally see why jeongin has had his grasp on you the entire night. the way the rest of this party will go is already mapped out right in front of you.
jeongin can be handsy for some reasons. because he wants to have you close, because he missed you, because he’s feeling soft and needy. or, because he’s jealous.
“baby, let’s go home, okay?” jeongin feigns an innocent voice in case the rest of the boys hear him, but he leans down for only you to listen next.
“im the one who knows how that dress looks when it’s off, anyway.”
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which now leads you to here, in your shared apartment, with jeongin pressed so closely against you that you can feel his rapid heartbeat against your own.
he’s all over you, all inside you, with every bit of skin you have being touched, caressed, and exposed eagerly as he pulls your dress off like he promised back at the party.
“why’re you so soft— huh? tell me baby..” he asks, feeling you up with graspy palms that don’t ever stop.
you can’t answer because he’s fucking the voice right out of you.
slow, deep thrusts that have unspoken words of possession and power behind them, your hands bound by your head in one of his.
“i—i don’t kno—jeong…” is all you can muster. you can feel him deep, feel his ragged breathing against your ear, and feel his hands touching you in places that really are only meant to be private.
“speak up, pretty. i can’t hear you o-over that whining.” but you can definitely hear him. he’s losing himself, clear as day, and you’re not far behind.
jeongin moves so his palms cup the back of your knees, pushing slightly down into a press that has you seeing stars on your dark ceiling. “fuck ! jeong—in!”
“you’re mine, aren’t you baby? cum on me so i know it.”
and fuck, you could forget about his hands when he has a mouth like that and a stroke so deep.
you finish soon after with a taught coil that snaps all over him, grasping at the sheets in an attempt to bring yourself back to earth. he follows behind, sounding with a low grumbly whine and hot stickiness that fills you up and drips out of the sides.
“so pretty… feel so good… i love you… so good…” he’s mumbling to himself, coming down to lay on you without his full weight that could crush, breathing hot onto your cheek where he plants a kiss not long afterward.
yes, he knows where to touch to get you going, what to grab when he has you. but he also knows where to hold you when you’re finished.
cleaning you up softly, taking a bubble filled bath, and keeping you close with a little thank you when you’re back in bed. all the while, his hands haven’t left you once, lingering on your skin with his fingertips that draw patterns to soften his previous actions.
“you must really love me. you’re like… a tic.” you joke quietly, smiling to yourself in the dark thinking he can’t see you.
jeongin laughs a breath through his nose that tickles the back of your neck.
I am actively thinking of ideas for changbin fics because my guy needs the recognition BUT that's not what I wanted to ask, I wanted to make an introduction for my account but I have no idea what to do with it, you have any ideas 😿😿😿
soso real i wish binnie got more love ! ૮◞ ‸ ◟ ა brainstorming the yummiest fics with you…
i see you already made an introduction & i think it was sooo cute ! you did great bby no notes ♡
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