( 뮤즈 ) ⃕ ωhen your very sweet neighbor passes away, the family asks if you can help pack up her house. unexpectedly her grandson comes to help out and he is exactly how Mrs. Lee described him ── sweet, funny and just your type.
এ smau fluff fem reader minor death mention grief in humor
you needed your best friend to take his words back before your brain decided to give in.
the room was quiet, the gentle hum of the air conditioner the only sound breaking the silence between jeongin and you. it was a lazy afternoon, the kind spent lounging around with friends, completely comfortable in each other's space.
jeongin was leaning against the headboard of your bed, casually flipping through a book he had picked up from your nightstand, while you rested your head on the pillow near his knees. out of nowhere, he closed the book, looking down at you with a sudden, unreadable intensity.
"hey," he started, his voice dropping slightly. "can i ask you something ? it's quite personal though —"
you shifted, looking up at him. "yeah, of course. what's up ?"
jeongin hesitated for a fraction of a second, his eyes locking onto yours, slightly wavering as the words left his mouth.
"when was the last time someone ate you out ?"
someone what ?
you must've heard him wrong. he probably meant took you out to eat or whatever other reason your mind could conjure up.
"um... ate me out ? what is that supposed to mean —"
"like... ate your uh — your pussy out ?" he clarified, the words rolling off his tongue with a heavy, sudden weight.
jesus fuckin' christ
in your three entire years of friendship, yang jeongin had never said the word 'pussy'.
and now you were obsessed with the way it rolled off his tongue —
your thighs instinctively clenched together as a fierce blush took over your face. you looked anywhere but at him. how could you, after he said those words that left you reeling ?
"i — i've.... um, never, actually."
"wha — how ?" jeongin trailed off, his brow furrowing in genuine disbelief. "i mean, the guys you've been with..."
"yeah, um... they never offered, and i didn't really want to ask for it," you muttered, your fingers nervously tugging at the fabric of your shorts.
"t-that's.... wow — sorry, it's just that i'm just surprised," he mumbled, fiddling with the book in his hand.
you tilted your head, your heart hammering against your ribs at his response. "surprised ? why ?"
jeongin apparently had it out for you, because the next words that fell into your ear literally shook you to your core (metaphorically and literally).
"cuz you look like you have the sweetest pussy —" he murmured under his breath, completely unaware that the quiet room allowed your ears to catch the last two words.
your breath hitched, the air fighting to escape as the blush burnt hotter on your cheeks.
he thought your pussy was sweet ?
he thought your pussy was sweet ?
your best friend — who you harboured a fat crush on — had been thinking about your pussy ? being sweet ?
oh sorry, correction — sweetest.
jeongin froze, his entire body going rigid the exact moment he realized his unfiltered thought had slipped out loud. he stared at you, his relaxed demeanor instantly melting away as he awaited your reaction with bated breath.
"you think it's sweet ?" you whispered, getting the words out despite the sudden tension in the room making your head spin.
"oh i know baby — with all those grapes and berries you eat ? it's gotta be diabetic —" jeongin huffed, as if stating the most obvious of facts.
the words escaped your lips before you had a opportunity to comprehend them.
"i mean, you can check it for yourself —"
jeongin didn't hesitate.
this was his only chance.
shifting downwards in one fluid motion, he slid between your knees, his warm, strong hands clamping firmly onto your inner thighs to keep you from closing them.
he looked up at you through his dark lashes, his thumbs tracing slow, possessive circles against your skin.
"spread your legs for me, baby," he commanded softly, his voice thick with desire. "and let me show you how it's supposed to feel."
the comment hung heavily in the air, vibrating right down to your core. your mind screamed at you to process the sheer absurdity of the situation — your best friend, the guy who usually argued with you over the last slice of pizza, was currently kneeling between your thighs with a look that promised to ruin you.
oh no — what had you said.
this shouldn't happen.
what if it ruins your friendship ?
you should say no, right ?
but your body was entirely traitorous. under the steady, firm pressure of his palms, your knees slowly parted further, giving him exactly what he had asked for.
jeongin let out a low, ragged breath at your compliance, his thumbs digging just a little deeper into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. his touch did nothing too soothe the throbbing between your thighs.
"look at you," he murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper that sent a violent shiver down your spine. "so compliant for your best friend."
"jeongin, please," you breathed out, your hands coming up to grip the fabric of his shirt, unsure whether you wanted to push him away or pull him closer. "this is... we shouldn't —"
"we absolutely should," he interrupted softly, his gaze never leaving yours as his hands slid upward, hooking under the hem of your shorts. "i'm not letting another day go by with you thinking that what those other guys gave you was enough. you deserve to be worshipped, baby. by me. let me do it."
as he felt you briefly relaxing in his hold, jeongin peeled your shorts down your legs, tossing them onto the floor without a care. you felt entirely bare, completely vulnerable beneath his intense scrutiny, but the sheer hunger burning in his eyes kept you from hiding away.
jeongin leaned in closer, his chest pressing against your knees as he hovered right at the apex of your thighs. the heat radiating from him was intoxicating. he dipped his head, his nose brushing lightly against the lace of your underwear, taking in your scent with a sharp inhale.
you gasped, your hips instinctively jerking upward at the proximity.
"fuck," he groaned against your skin, his hands wrapping securely around your waist to anchor you down. "you smell so good. so fucking sweet, just like i thought."
jeongin looked up through his lashes one last time, locking his dark, blown-out pupils onto yours, making sure you were watching before he caught the edge of your underwear and pulled the fabric aside, completely exposing you to his tongue.
"fuck baby — you're drenched." he was utterly in awe as he stared at your wet pussy, your juices clinging to the folds as if waiting for him to lick them up.
jeongin bent down, maintaining contact with your wavering eyes as his tongue licked up a stripe from bottom to top as his lips came to wrap around your puffy clit. as your juices hit his tastebuds, he audibly groaned into your pussy, the vibrations sending a shiver down your spine.
good fucking heavens
you couldn't fathom you were missing out on this.
"oh fuuuuuck i-innie — nnnnngh — oh my god."
your thighs tightened around his face on your cunt as he flicked the pearly bud, occasionally sucking on it.
yang jeongin ate you like a man starved.
"oh baby you're so sweet — fuck — gonna drown in this pussy."
the sound of his tongue lapping at your wetness was impossibly loud in the quiet room, completely destroying any lingering doubts you had left. his tongue was warm, broad, and wicked, painting long, slow strokes along your dripping slit before his lips clamped right back down onto your clit to suck it into his mouth.
you lost it.
your back arched off the mattress, your fingers burying themselves into his thick hair, instinctively pulling him closer, pressing his face directly against your soaking cunt.
"jeongin — ah, f-fuck, stop joking — nnnngh !" you wailed, your words dissolving into a high-pitched whine as his tongue flicked faster, targeted and ruthless right on your most sensitive spot.
"who's fucking joking ?" jeongin growled against your skin, the vibration of his voice buzzing directly into your clit and making your toes curl. he pulled back just an inch, his face glistening with your juices, his eyes completely wild as he looked up at you. "i told you, didn't i ? sweetest fucking thing i've ever tasted. and i'm cleaning up every single drop."
to prove his point further, he dived back down, his flat tongue burying itself deep into your opening, mimicking a slow, rhythmic thrusting motion that had you sobbing. he was eating you out with a terrifying hunger, his nose pressing hard against your dripping clit with every deep stroke, overstimulating you until your vision went blurry at the edges.
"i'm-i'm gonna cum — hic — innie, i'm gonna—" you gasped, your thighs trembling violently, unable to hold themselves up anymore.
jeongin didn't let you close up. he braced his strong forearms against your inner knees, pinning your legs wide open to take the full brunt of his assault. he knew exactly what he was doing; he could feel the tight walls of your pussy clenching around his tongue, the sudden rush of fresh, hot cream flooding his mouth as your climax rushed to the surface.
"do it, baby," he urged against your wet skin, his speed picking up, his tongue swirling fiercely over your swollen bud while his thumb slid inside you to stretch you open. "cum all over my face. let me taste how much you want me."
the mental image mixed with the brutal, soaking friction was the final blow. you screamed his name, your hips jolting violently against his mouth as a massive wave of an orgasm tore through your body. your pussy bucked against his face, releasing a heavy gush of sweetness that he swallowed down greedily, his tongue still working through your contractions, milking every last drop out of you.
you collapsed back into the pillows, panting heavily, your chest heaving as the aftershocks continued to make your stomach flutter.
jeongin slowly pulled away, sitting back on his heels. he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, looking down at you with a smug, heavy-lidded stare. his lips were shiny, completely coated in you, and his chest rose and fell with his own ragged breath.
"see ?" he murmured, a satisfied smirk finally breaking across his face. "told you you were diabetic."
kysa's note: been onto this title for a month and finally got down to writing it for jeongin — just cuz he's being a fuckin' tease these days. specially dedicated to my innie biased cuties hehe ❤︎ lene, nini & lottie ❤︎ let me know what you think about it in the comments — xoxo.
꒰ synopsis ꒱ : Kuroo is stuck in the office (again) while the rest of the world gets to go out and live their lives. But an unexpected visitor effortlessly turns his whole night around.
꒰ contents ꒱ : MDNI. kuroo tetsuro x reader ; a little angst at the start, first kiss + making out, suggestive, reader wears a skirt, mentions of male masturbation, a little thigh riding for good measure — WC : 2.9k
Kuroo looked at his phone for the tenth time in the last twenty minutes, knowing exactly what he’d see. A screen full of smiles, laughter, memories in the making. The very thing he craved right now, spending time with the people he cared about the most and enjoying a life outside of work.
A deep pit settled in his stomach as he put the device facedown on his desk, hoping that would cease the ever growing hollow feeling that was carving into him.
He really hated staying late sometimes.
Normally, the fear of missing out didn’t affect him too much but tonight was different. After the week he’s had, sharing some drinks with his friends was all he really wanted. Definitely not stuck here and left to stare at the slew of spreadsheets that scattered along his desk, seemingly blending together the longer he looked at them.
The latest project at work was taking all of his time and for some reason, he was the only one on his team that was dedicated to seeing it through and finishing in time for the deadline. The rest of his coworkers already clocked out as well, leaving him alone in the office to fend for himself and stew in a pool of self pity.
Kuroo sighed, leaning back in his chair that squeaked with protest as if it was the one tired of the long hours. He ran his hand down his face, trying to wipe away all the negative feelings swirling in his mind. It felt like he was missing more and more as of late, becoming far too familiar with the four walls that were slowly closing in on him.
The intricate web of self-doubt started to creep in, latching onto all of his thoughts and taking them for a spin. Did his friends even care that he wasn’t there? He tried to shake the impulsive notion away, knowing logically that of course they would want him there, but it didn’t ease the heavy feeling in his chest.
A soft knock on his office door broke him out of his spiraling thoughts. He didn’t realize anyone else was here tonight, but a little part of him was relieved for an interruption. Kuroo stood up, buttoning his blazer back up and running a hand through his tousled, jet black hair — knowing full well it probably didn’t help shape up his slightly disheveled appearance.
As he swung the door open, he was greeted with the last thing he was expecting — you. You and the familiar yet mouth-watering scent of delicious food that flooded his senses, his amber eyes quickly traveling to the bag of food you were holding.
“I thought you had left?” He said, mentally kicking himself for not greeting you properly. To make up for it, he stepped aside from the doorframe so you could walk in. You give him a knowing little smile as brush past him, infectious enough for him to sport a similar one on his face, the corner of his lips effortlessly tugging upward.
“Yeah, left to get us some food.” You tease, making your way towards his desk. “I heard you had to stay late too so I figured we might as well try to liven up this Friday night the best we can.”
It was rare for Kuroo to be caught off guard like this, left utterly defenseless as words escaped him and rendering him speechless. The lingering heaviness of his insecurity was beginning to dissipate, your presence serving as a breath of fresh air that left him feeling lighter and guided him back to his usual self.
“You’re absolutely right.” He smirks, shutting the door and trailing right behind you. His heart clenched at the fact you got his favorite order. “How’d you know?”
“It was easy.” You put the bag on his desk, throwing him a sly little smirk of your own. “You order it literally every time we go out for lunch. Didn’t take a genius to catch on that you like to get the same thing.”
“Fair enough.” Kuroo said, letting out a laugh that echoed around the previously silent office, but it was cut shorter than usual — his lingering feelings still swirling around in his mind against his best efforts.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, almost immediately clocking his attitude. It did funny things to his heart, ones he’s never truly felt before. The seductive notion of being known and cared for by someone he could give his heart to stirred something deep inside of him.
“It’s fine, I’m fine.” He waved his hand around in the air dismissively, not wanting to burden you with his traitorous thoughts as well as try to clear the budding, unhelpful ones that plague his mind whenever you get too close.
“Sure.” You let the word drag out for a moment before your small yet reassuring smile softens the clipped tension in the room. “But really, if you ever need to talk, you know I'm here, right?”
“Yeah I do, thank you.” He nodded gratefully. Kuroo did want to tell you what was going on and share all of his thoughts with you. But he didn’t want to ruin this moment either, the two of you tucked away from the rest of the world in his little office. So, he did what he does best — evade. “So, I must be your favorite then, huh?”
“And what gives you that impression?” You shot back with a sharp edge to your tone, but it was harmless. He almost laughed but held it in for once. Ever so carefully, you take the food out of the bag and place it on the desk. Kuroo swore he saw a flicker of panic run through you, but he didn’t trust his mind enough right now to feed into that delusion. “I’m just being nice. Not everyone has a hidden agenda, y’know.”
“Sure, sure. I suppose that means we have our very first saint in the business world then.” He leaned in a little more, much more than he’d ever get away with during normal work hours. Your pretty eyes looked back up at him with a dose of faux innocence and he swore he felt his heart almost stop for a second.
“Hm? Are you suggesting you have a hidden agenda, Tetsuro?”
Whatever he was going to say next dies in his throat from the way you said his name.
His first name.
Kuroo’s eyes flickered down to your lips as you spoke, gaze lingering as you nibbled on them — a nervous habit of yours he had picked up on. The usual back and forth you two shared was always a battle of wits, a playful dance he relished in to see who had the sharper tongue. But the words were trapped in his throat, heart stuttering over the simple use of his given name.
“Maybe I do.” He said softly, his voice quieter than usual. The change in tone didn’t go unnoticed by you no matter how much he hoped.
“And what would that be?” You breathe out, the teasing edge in your voice fizzles out as the reality of the situation takes hold. There was a shift in the air, the undeniable fact that the two of you were entirely alone in the building far past usual business hours.
The tension in the room thickened, a palpable pressure that had Kuroo’s pulse quickening. The suffocating heat coiled around his throat and he tried to loosen his volleyball patterned tie for some sort of reprieve. The sweet perfume you had on was luring him in, wrapping him in a temptation he wanted to indulge in. If he didn’t act fast, he knew he’d stumble past the line and stride head first into uncharted territory.
“Oh, nothing,” Kuroo steps back a little, feeling a rush of air invade his lungs. “Don’t worry, I won't tell anyone I'm your favorite. Your secret is safe with me!”
“Oh my god.” You all but groan. “This is the last time i’m being nice to you. You’re insufferable sometimes, you know that?”
“Ooh.” Kuroo smirks, the atmosphere of the room cooling off and returning to normal as you kept up your banter. “Never heard that one before, how original.”
All you do to retaliate is roll your eyes, picking up your plate and starting to dig in. With a mouthful of food, you point to his dish with your chopsticks, insinuating he starts eating too, in which he wastes no time.
The little pit in his stomach started to sprout, blooming into something hopeful as he looked over at you. Maybe staying late wasn’t all too bad when he had someone like you to hang out with.
That was until the night dragged on and Kuroo realized you were more even more of a distraction than the phone he left face down on his desk.
Because of course you were wearing the skirt he liked so much. The one that paired beautifully with the sheer tights that sinfully wrapped around your thighs, calling to him like a siren luring some poor sailor out at sea.
Staring at the same boring files that cluttered his desk for the past hour let his mind run wild — invasive thoughts that normally he’d try his darndest to shoo away but it was impossible with the way you had just crossed your legs, your skirt riding up a little to show the faint lace on your the top of your stockings.
Overwhelmingly thick tension hung in the air, blanketing you both in an envelope of unspoken desire. One that remains sealed and untouched, both of you too nervous to read the contents inside.
But gravity pushes and pulls you into each other's orbit, knees knocking together as you sit side by side, going over the many, many files that keep you both chained to the desk.
“Ugh.” Your voice broke the long stilled silence, shattering his thoughts from going overdrive and plunging him back into reality like a bucket of ice water drenching down his back. “My eyes are going criss-crossed. How about we take a little break?”
A break sounded nice. Incredibly dangerous, but nice. Kuroo's head and heart started battling it out for a second as he pretended to think, tapping his chin for show. It was hard to focus when his heart thudded against his chest, threatening to break out of its confines and spill all over your lap.
“Sure.” He shrugs, trying to keep an air of nonchalance. But with the way his face started to heat up, there was no way he’d be able to keep it up.
And you were quite the little siren.
“So tell me, why do you always keep your office so freezing?” You ask, slouching back in your chair. The top few buttons of your shirt were undone and the way you were sitting wasn’t helping his current predicament as it revealed a slight sliver of your soft skin.
“Is it? I never really noticed.” Before he had a chance to take off his blazer to give it to you, your hand was touching his.
“Ah, that’s why.” You nod to yourself as if you’ve solved some long sought out mystery. The mirth that swims in your eyes is all too easy to drown in but the stark coldness of your hands jerks him back to the present. “You’re so warm.”
“Yeah and you have ice cubes for hands.” He snorts but it dies out quickly once he notices the size difference between them. Carefully, he stretches his along yours until your palms lay flat against each other. “Your hands are so small.”
The words barely brush past his lips, nothing above a wondered whisper as he was left in a state of awe. The tips of his fingers curled down over your own to showcase his point before weaving his fingers with yours.
“Not all of us were built to be middle blockers.” Your voice sounded a little off — breathless, the tone causing his sharp eyes to set on yours. The corner of his lip twitches up as you recall his volleyball days, his heart doing a little leap of joy at the fact you even remembered his position.
“No, but you have pretty setter hands.” Kuroo says softly, the compliment swirling around your head and cradling your burning ears.
“Are you seriously using volleyball to flirt with me?” You ask, subconsciously moving closer, eyes flitting to his smirking lips.
“Maybe. Why, is it working?” Kuroo leans forward a little more, hand still in yours until your faces are closer than they’ve ever been before.
There’s no way for you to respond with the way your tongue ties itself into a knot, staring at the only man who’d be able to unravel it.
“Yes.” You confess as you share the same breath. “It is.”
A flicker of surprise crosses his expression before the tension snaps like a taut rubber band. With the lethal grace of a panther, he surges towards you and crashes his lips against yours.
The kiss was hurried, unpracticed but he melted into it all the same. The sense of raw urgency drew him closer, desperate to pour all of his feelings into it as if it would make you understand everything that laid in his heart.
Months of unresolved feelings and agonizing pining bleeds out between your lips, tongues meeting to spell out every grievance on why the two of you waited so long for this.
Everything clicks into place, Kuroo's mind reeling at the idea of he’s finally kissing you, finally able to touch you in the ways he’s only ever dreamed of.
His mind drifts to the many nights in his apartment after a few rounds of happy hour that left him straining in his boxers and grappling with his moral compass.
He wishes he was a stronger man as he gave into his urges to the thought of you almost every time. How effortlessly you seemed to charm him by laughing at his jokes or even just tossing him one of your sweet smiles. It had him spilling into his hand over and over again, leaving him craving more.
But now your lips were on his and he knew he was royally screwed. There was no going back from this now that he knew how soft you really were, how you make the prettiest little sounds whenever he kisses you just a little more passionately.
Kuroo’s hand stays locked in yours but his other was a free agent who has been waiting for the moment for far too long. Twitching to life, he brings it to cup your jaw, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss ever more as his tongue swirls with yours.
The breathy little mewl that's trapped within your throat bursts free once his hand slides down to loosely hold onto your neck.
His body was so attune to yours right now that he failed to recognize he needed air, fooled into thinking that life would grant him one wish to disregard basic bodily functions when his lips were preoccupied with the greatest heaven he’s ever known.
“Tets-“ You gasp, pulling away a little to catch your breath. He follows suit, eyes dark with need as his name tumbles from your kiss-bitten lips. “We should stop before —“
“Shh, keep kissing me. No one’s here.” The words barely slip past his lips, his mind gone to the abyss of desire.
Kuroo pulls you out of your chair by the waist and spins you so you’re leaning against the desk. The desperation that was licking as his core was begging for more, barely leashed by the need to hear you ask for it first.
“Then kiss me again.” You whisper, clutching onto his toned bicep that hides under his white wrinkled shirt. There’s no way he’d ever deny you such a sinful request, not when you look at him in a way that makes his heart melt. “Please.”
At your plea, Kuroo surges forward and captures your lips once again. Now that he's explored a little bit, he returns with a newfound confidence and a passion he can barely contain.
His thigh absentmindedly nudges between your legs and before he can correct himself, he’s met with the sweetest sound he’s ever heard — a soft moan from you that he has no choice but to devour.
Eagerly, you move along his thigh, unable to contain yourself from chasing the delicious friction he hands you on a silver platter. Kuroo groans into the kiss, roughly grabbing your hips to urge you on.
His toned thigh feels hot from the way your heated core grinds up against him, the molten pool of desire that burns in his abdomen already threatening to erupt from a few unholy touches.
“That’s it, keep going.” Kuroo whispers against your lips before moving to kiss your neck. He shivers as he feels your arousal seep through your stockings. “Go ahead and make a mess, no one will know.”
Kuroo kisses you again, unable to stray away from you for too long, growing impossibly harder as you take heed of his encouraging command.
“You wore this on purpose, didn’t you?” Kuroo bunches the fabric up with his fists, pulling away from your lips once again, needing to hear your response.
“Maybe I did.” Kuroo groans at the breathless state of your voice and the knowledge you had done this just to drive him crazy. Everything about you in this moment wore him down to nothing more than a desperate man.
He can’t help it anymore, his body craving every inch of yours. Without an ounce of care, he shoves you up onto the desk.
“Shit!” You cry out, harshly pulling away from him. His eyes widen, thinking that maybe he had gone too far until he notices the noodles you had ordered were all over your hand, oozing over the files you had both been diligently working on.
“Oh fuck.” Kuroo moves quickly to try to save the files, stains of various sauces drenching over the paper. He lets out a sigh in defeat, pressing his forehead to yours.
“Now we’re going to have to stay even later to try and clean this up.” You pout, feeling guilty for it. But Kuroo was always good at flipping people’s moods. With a tender tuck of your chin, he pulls you in for a sweet kiss. It’s less charged than before but somehow you fall into it even deeper.
It’s over far too soon as the harsh reality of a intensive workload presses down both of your backs.
At least you were in it together.
“I guess that means we should order some more take out then, hm?” Kuroo smiles down at you as there was no way he could be truly upset right now. Not when his night unfolded into one he had been pleading for, ready to cherish the start of something new with the one he’s been chasing all this time.
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