summary : jeongin had a craving for strawberries and Y/N was more than willing to buy him some.
pairing : yang jeongin x reader
genre : friends to lovers
warnings : mdi, 18+, smut, unprotected sex, use of strawberries, food play, dirty talk, explicit language, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), nipple sucking, breast play, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, kitchen sex, breeding, getting caught.
The afternoon sun, usually a fiery glare over Seoul, had mellowed into a creamy gold, casting long, lazy shadows across the polished floor of Chan and Jeongin’s dorm. The air conditioning hummed a low, constant tune, a stark contrast to the thrumming silence of the empty apartment. Chan was off at a studio session, likely buried under a mountain of beats and lyrics, a fact Jeongin usually welcomed for the peace it afforded him. Today, however, a different kind of hunger gnawed at him, one that even his usual snacks couldn't satiate.
He flopped back onto the sofa, scrolling aimlessly through his phone, a sigh escaping his lips. Then, a thought, sweet and red, sparked in his mind. Strawberries. Not just any strawberries, but the plump, ruby-red ones, bursting with tart sweetness. They were his weakness, his ultimate comfort food… and his favorite excuse to summon Y/N.
Y/N, Chan’s best friend, was practically a permanent fixture in their dorm. Her vibrant energy and quick wit often filled the space Chan’s busy schedule left empty. More than that, she was Jeongin’s favorite tease, a playful tormentor who knew exactly how to push his buttons, to make his cheeks flush and his breath catch. He usually feigned annoyance, but secretly, he lived for their games.
He picked up his phone, a smirk already playing on his lips as he typed.
Jeongin: Serious emergency. Life or death.
Jeongin: Please tell me you’re free. I’m dying here.
He waited, heart doing a little anxious flip. Seconds later, a buzz.
Y/N: Oh? What’s the crisis Jeongin-ah? Did you burn the dorm down? 😒
Jeongin: Worse. My stomach is screaming for…
Y/N: For what little gremlin..?
Jeongin: Only the freshest. And I’m too lazy to move..
Jeongin: Rescue me? Please? I'll be forever in your debt 😏🙏🏻
He knew she’d say yes. She always did. And the thought sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. This wasn’t just about the fruit. It was about her, about the inevitable dance they’d perform, a dance that had been growing bolder, sharper, with each passing week.
Y/N: A life or death strawberry emergency, huh? Be there in 30. Try not to die before I get there, you dramatic brat!
A triumphant grin spread across Jeongin’s face. He knew she meant it literally. She loved catching him off guard, sprawled across the furniture like a dishevelled prince awaiting his jester. He quickly straightened his tank top, ran a hand through his hair, a sudden nervous energy bubbling up. He wanted to look… casually appealing.
True to her word, thirty minutes later, the distinct sound of Y/N’s laugh echoed from the hallway before her knock. Jeongin practically leaped to the door, pulling it open to reveal her, a grocery bag hooked over her arm, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Your majesty's emergency rations have arrived," she announced, sweeping past him into the kitchen.
The scent of her perfume, light and sweet like jasmine, filled his senses. He followed, watching her pull out a large, gleaming bowl and a clear plastic carton overflowing with the most perfect strawberries he’d ever seen. Their scent, earthy and sugary, instantly made his mouth water.
"You're a lifesaver, Y/N," he said, trying to sound casual, but his gaze was fixed on the fruit.
He watched her meticulously rinse each one, her movements efficient and graceful. She then began slicing them in half, arranging them neatly in the bowl.
"Of course. Anything for my favorite drama king" she replied, not looking at him, but he could feel the smile in her voice. She finished preparing the bowl, the red halves glistening under the kitchen lights.
"Now, come here. You asked for them, you get the first taste."
Jeongin sidled up to the counter, leaning against it as she held a perfect, halved strawberry to his lips. He opened his mouth, his eyes locked on hers. Her fingers brushed his lower lip as he took the fruit. The sweetness exploded on his tongue, but it was the soft pressure of her thumb, lingering for a fraction of a second, that truly set him alight.
"Good?" she questioned, a soft hum in her throat.
"Perfect," he managed, his voice a little rougher than he intended.
She took another one, a plump, whole berry this time, and brought it towards him.
"Open" she commanded, her eyes dark with a challenge.
He obeyed, and she slowly, deliberately, pushed the berry between his lips, her fingers brushing the sensitive skin inside his mouth. He sucked on it, the firm flesh yielding, the juices already starting to run.
She watched him, her gaze unwavering as he bit down. The flood of juice, sweet and slightly tart, was almost overwhelming. Some of it escaped the corner of his mouth, trickling down his chin, a bright crimson streak against his pale skin. Y/N didn't move to wipe it. She simply watched, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her face.
"Messy boy," she purred, her voice a low murmur that sent shivers down his spine. "Looks like you need a little help."
Before he could react, she leaned in, her eyes still locked on his. He felt her warm breath on his chin, then the soft, wet brush of her tongue. A jolt, like an electric current, shot through him. Her tongue was surprisingly rough, yet gentle, as it traced the path of the strawberry juice, lapping it up with unhurried precision. Her lips, soft and full, grazed his skin, leaving a damp, tingling trail.
He swallowed hard, his hands clenching into fists at his sides, fighting the urge to grab her and pull her closer. When she finally pulled back, her eyes were shining, a triumphant glint in their depths. Her own lips were now glossy, stained with the faint pink of the strawberry.
"Clean," she declared, her voice a little breathless.
Jeongin could only nod, his mind a haze of strawberry sweetness and intoxicating proximity. His body was already aching, a throbbing heat coiling low in his belly.
She picked up another strawberry, bigger than the rest. This time, she didn't offer it to him. Instead, she brought it to her own lips, her teeth sinking into the ruby flesh. She held it there, half-eaten, its juices already glistening on her bottom lip. Jeongin’s thumb was there, smearing the juice over her bottom lip, his eyes locked onto hers with predatory focus.
"Messy girl," he whispered, using her previous words. He leaned forward, his face inches from hers. The scent of his cologne and something uniquely him overwhelmed her senses. He licked the juice from his thumb, his tongue slow and deliberate, then tilted her head back with a finger under her chin. "You have no idea how long I've been sitting here thinking about doing this."
His mouth crashed against hers, tasting of sugar and urgency. It wasn't a gentle kiss, it was a claim. His hand slid into her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands at the base of her skull, pulling just firmly enough to make her gasp into his mouth.
The kiss deepened, turning feral. Y/N’s hands found his chest, feeling the frantic thrum of his heart beneath his tank top. She pushed against him, not to get away, but to get closer, her body aching for the friction. Jeongin groaned, a sound from the back of his throat that sent a shiver straight down her spine. He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down her jawline to the sensitive skin of her neck.
"We’re all alone princess," he muttered against her pulse point. "No one to hear you.."
His hand moved from her hair to her throat, his palm warm and firm. He didn't squeeze, but the weight of his hand there, the subtle pressure, sent a jolt of electricity through her. He looked at her with his foxy eyes.
"Do you like that? Knowing you’re mine to break now? That’s what you wanted?"
"Jeongin," she breathed, her hands clutching his shoulders.
He smirked, a wicked, sharp expression. He reached back into the bowl, grabbing another strawberry. This time, he crushed it slightly between his fingers, letting the juice stain his skin before he pressed the fruit against her collarbone, dragging it down the valley between her breasts. The cold juice made her skin prickle, but the heat in his eyes was scorching. He lowered his head, his tongue laving away the red stain, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that made her knees weak.
"You know," she began, her voice a low, teasing whisper, "This would be a shame to get dirty."
With a languid movement, she reached for the hem of her loose, floral blouse. His eyes widened as she slowly, deliberately, pulled it over her head, revealing a delicate lace bra beneath. The air in the kitchen was thick, charged. She tossed the blouse onto a nearby chair, then, with equal slowness, unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor with a soft rustle.
His breath hitched in his throat. Her full breasts were now completely exposed, her nipples already taut and rosy. A fresh wave of strawberry juice, from his half-melted berry she put between her lips, trickled from the corner of her mouth, down her chin, and then, inexorably, onto the soft swell of her chest, painting a glistening, crimson streak between her breasts.
"Now," she whispered, her voice laced with pure temptation, "That would definitely be a shame to waste." She tilted her head, challenging him, her eyes daring him to respond. "Care to clean that up too, Jeongin-ah?"
"You want me to clean it?" he murmured, raising an eyebrow, his eyes dark with intent. "Then let me do a thorough job."
He lowered his head, his tongue tracing the sweet, sticky path of the strawberry juice. He licked slowly, deliberately, savoring the taste, the feel of her warm skin against his lips. He reached her nipple, already hardened and begging for attention. He gently licked the juice from around it, circling the sensitive peak before sucking it into his mouth, drawing on it with a soft, hungry pressure. She arched her back, a raw moan escaping her lips, her fingers clenching in his hair, pulling gently but firmly.
He moved to her other breast, repeating the delicious torture, licking away the last vestiges of strawberry juice before latching onto her nipple, sucking fiercely, his free hand dropping to her waist, then lower, over the curve of her hip. He felt the softness of her skin, the warmth radiating from her.
His fingers found the hem of her shorts, expertly sliding beneath the fabric, tracing the line of her hip bone, then dipping lower. He felt the soft down of her inner thigh, warm and yielding, before his fingers brushed against the damp fabric of her panties. She was already wet, throbbing for him.
"So eager," he whispered against her breast, his voice a low growl of satisfaction.
"Jeongin," she gasped, her voice thick with arousal. "Oh, God, take them off please."
He hooked his fingers around the elastic of her shorts and the lace of her underwear, tugging firmly. She lifted her hips obligingly, allowing him to strip her off in one fluid motion. Her shorts landed on the floor, his clothes followed, joining the pile of hers, a testament to the escalating desire.
He straightened, taking a moment to feast his eyes on her, her body now completely bare before him. Her skin was flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes, half-lidded and heavy with passion, met his.
"You're beautiful," he breathed, his voice raw with admiration.
He reached for the bowl of strawberries, picking up a plump, juicy one. He held it to her lips. This time, she didn't bite. She parted her lips, and he pushed the whole berry into her mouth. As she sucked on it, her eyes never leaving his, he knelt before her, his gaze dropping between her legs.
He watched the strawberry juices dribble from her mouth, down her chin, onto her chest, as he slowly lowered himself, positioning himself between her legs. He parted her thighs gently, his eyes fixed on the damp, swollen folds of her sex, already glistening with her desire. He took another strawberry, a perfect, glistening half, and slowly, deliberately, ran it over her clitoris.
"Innie w..wait!" a sharp gasp tore from her throat.
"Shh," he looked up at her from below, his expression one of pure, unadulterated hunger. "I want to see what those strawberries did to you."
Her hips bucked involuntarily. The cold, wet fruit against her hot, sensitive skin was an exquisite shock. He dragged the strawberry back and forth, smearing its sweet juices over her clit, painting her in vibrant crimson.
Then, he leaned in, his tongue flicking out, tasting the strawberry, mixing it with her own sweet nectar. His mouth closed over her, sucking greedily, his tongue swirling and dancing against her clitoris, exploring every fold, every curve. He devoured her, the taste of strawberry and Y/N an intoxicating blend that sent him spiraling.
"Oh, God," she choked out, her hands flying to his hair, clutching at it, not pulling this time, but holding on for dear life. "Yes, exactly there! Don't stop!"
He chuckled against her, the vibration rumbling through her sensitive flesh. He continued his assault, his tongue skilled and relentless, his fingers spreading her wider, giving him better access. He flicked his tongue, sucked, swirled, driving her closer and closer to the edge. The strawberry juices made her even more slick, more sensitive, amplifying every sensation.
"You like that, jagi?" he murmured, lifting his head for a moment, his eyes dark and hungry.
"More than anything," she whimpered, her voice cracking with need.
He obliged, increasing the pressure, his fingers sliding inside her. One, then two, stretching her, mimicking the motion of his tongue. He was vocal about it, the sounds of his suction and the wet slaps of skin filling the quiet kitchen. His scissoring movements inside her and his deep, insistent sucks pushed her over the edge.. Her body tensed, her hips arching violently as a guttural cry tore from her throat.
"That's it," he whispered, his voice vibrating against her. "Come for me. Let me feel it."
Her orgasm rocked her, her legs trembling, her fingers digging into his scalp. He kept going, loving the taste of her, the feel of her body convulsing around his mouth and fingers.
When she finally sagged against the counter, breathless and spent, he pulled away, strawberry juice and her essence glistening on his lips. He rose, his eyes burning with a similar hunger.
"You taste better than the strawberries Y/N" he rasped, his voice raw.
He reached for another strawberry, bringing it to his own lips. He sucked off some of its juice, then pressed his fingers, wet with strawberry and her, to his mouth, sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving hers.
"My turn. On your knees princess" he stood before her, his erection throbbing, thick and hard, almost painfully so.
Y/N’s legs felt like jelly, but she dropped to her knees in front of him. She took his cock in her trembling hands, stroking him slowly, deliberately. Her gaze was locked with his, her lower lip between her teeth.
"Use your mouth," he choked out, his hand finding the back of her head.
She took him in, her senses overwhelmed by him. He wasn't gentle now. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her, his hips jerking forward in a rhythmic, demanding pace. He looked down at her, his face a mask of concentrated pleasure. He reached down, his thumb stroking her cheek.
"Fuck, Y/N. You’re so good at this."
The sounds of the kitchen, the hum of the fridge, the ticking of the clock were drowned out by the sound of her own heartbeat and the low, guttural shudders coming from Jeongin. He pulled her hair back, forcing her to look up at him as she worked on him.
He pulled her up suddenly, not letting her finish. He wasn't finished with the games. He moved to the kitchen chair, a sturdy, wooden piece with a high back. He sat down, then hauled her onto his lap, facing away from him.
The position was jarringly intimate. She felt the length of him pressed against the small of her back. His arms wrapped around her, his hands immediately finding her breasts, his thumbs raking over her nipples.
"I'm going to ruin you jagi," he whispered into her ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe.
He used one hand to reach around, his fingers finding her again, slick and ready. With the other, he gripped her throat once more, a possessive, grounding weight.
"Fuck, I’ve wanted this, wanted you since the day Chan introduced us. Tell me you want me too. Say it." he commanded, his voice low and guttural.
"I want you, Jeongin. Now, please."
He didn't need to be told twice. He lifted her slightly, guiding himself into her in one smooth, devastating thrust. Y/N cried out, the fullness of him stretching her, filling her completely. He didn't give her time to adjust. He began to move, his hips slamming upward into her, the wooden chair creaking under the force of his momentum.
His hand left her throat to grab her hip, his fingers digging into her skin, leaving marks she knew would be there the next day. With his other hand, he reached around to her front, his fingers working in tandem with his thrusts.
The friction was incredible. Every time he hit the back of her, she felt it in her teeth, in her toes. He was vocal now, swearing under his breath in Korean, words she didn't fully understand but the tone of which made her blood boil.
"Look at yourself," he groaned, forcing her to look at their reflection in the dark glass of the oven door. "Look at how well you take me."
"Don't stop. Move for me," Y/N moved with him, the pace becoming frantic. She reached back, her hands finding his neck, pulling him closer as he buried his face in the crook of her shoulder. He was biting her now, marking her, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
He flipped her around suddenly, mid-stride and stood up. He grabbed her by the thighs, placing her onto the kitchen counter. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles crossing behind him. The cool countertop was a stark contrast to the burning heat between her legs.
He leaned down, kissing her deeply, fiercely, his tongue delving into her mouth as he pushed his throbbing tip against her entrance. He felt her wetness and her readiness once again, and with a grunt, he pushed, slowly at first, then deeper, burying himself inside her.
He grabbed a handful of strawberries from the bowl, not even looking as he crushed them over her stomach. The cold juice ran down between her legs, mixing with their sweat and her arousal. He leaned forward, his mouth finding her breast, sucking the nipple deep into his mouth. He was greedy, his tongue lashing over her as his lower body continued the relentless assault.
"Ahh! Jeongin!" A gasp, half pain, half pleasure, ripped from her lips. He paused, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"Too much?" he whispered, his forehead pressed against hers.
"No," she panted, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Never too much. Just... perfect."
He pulled back a fraction, then thrust forward, driving into her with a powerful, desperate motion. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that quickly picked up pace. The counter was cold beneath her, but Jeongin's body was pure fire against hers.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his hips slamming into hers, a delicious friction building between them. "So fucking good."
"Innie.. Harder! Don't hold back!" Her voice was a symphony of gasps and moans, her head thrown back, her hair a wild cascade against the pale kitchen cabinets.
He gripped her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, lifting her, angling her just so. Each thrust was deeper, more potent, the slickness of her arousal and the leftover strawberry juices making their connection intensely pleasurable. He loved the sound of her gasping his name, the way her hips met his, the way her body convulsed around his.
He pulled her forward, her thighs pressing against his waist, his hands still gripping her ass as he thrust into her with renewed vigor. The rhythm became frantic, primal. He leaned down, burying his face in her neck, kissing, sucking, leaving a trail of love bites on her sensitive skin.
"Eyes on me, Y/N," he commanded, pulling back just enough to force her eyes open. She met his gaze, her eyes glazed over with pleasure, her lips swollen and red. "You're all mine. Right here. Right now."
"Always," she choked out, her voice raw, her body trembling on the brink again. "Oh, God baby, I'm going to come."
He drove into her one last time, a powerful, shuddering thrust that sent her over the edge. Her whole body seized, a loud, guttural scream tearing from her throat as she convulsed around him, squeezing him tighter than ever before. He groaned, burying his face in her hair, feeling the exquisite contractions of her orgasm. The wave of pleasure was too much. He felt his own climax building, a searing heat that gathered in his loins.
"Y/N," he gasped, his voice strained, "I'm close, don’t you dare move."
He pounded into her three more times, his muscles coiling, his body shuddering as he groaned her name, releasing his seed deep inside her, a hot, pulsing torrent. He leaned against her, spent and breathless, his forehead resting on her shoulder, his heart hammering against his ribs.
They stayed like that for a long moment, entangled and panting, the only sounds the whirring of the fridge and their ragged breaths. The scent of sex and strawberries hung heavy in the air.
"Wow," Y/N finally whispered, her voice husky, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "That was... a lot of strawberries."
"And you, my favorite tease, were the sweetest one of all." he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her neck.
A comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the settling sighs of their bodies. Just as Jeongin was about to suggest a shower, the distinct sound of a key in the dorm door jolted them.
"I'm home!" Chan's cheerful voice echoed through the apartment. "Innie, you still here? I picked up some fried chicken on the way back, I figured we could.."
Jeongin's eyes shot open, wide with panic. Y/N gasped, her head snapping up. They were both naked, Y/N still on the counter, Jeongin still inside her, covering her from the waist down, a sticky mess of strawberry juice and bodily fluids painting the kitchen counter and floor. The dirty clothes were strewn about like discarded evidence.
"Fuck," Jeongin breathed, his eyes darting frantically around the kitchen, assessing the absolute chaos.
Chan walked into the kitchen, his bag slung over his shoulder, a bright smile on his face. He stopped dead in his tracks, his smile slowly fading as his eyes took in the scene. The half-eaten bowl of strawberries, the abandoned carton, the clothes on the floor, the glistening mess on the counter, and finally, Jeongin and Y/N, eyes wide, completely naked, Y/N on the counter, Jeongin still between her legs, desperately trying to cover her with his body.
"Well," he said, his face turning a shade of red that rivaled the fruit "That's one way to enjoy strawberries, I guess." He paused, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Looks like you two had quite the... dessert."
Y/N let out a mortified squeak, burying her face in Jeongin's shoulder. Jeongin groaned, his face flushing a furious red. Chan chuckled, a deep, knowing sound.
"Alright, kids. I'll just, uh, be in my room. Take your time. Clean up and put on some clothes please" he spun on his heel and walked out of the kitchen faster than he’d ever moved in his life.
The sound of his bedroom door closing was like a release of tension, but also a new wave of embarrassment. The silence returned, but this time it was punctured by a sudden, hysterical giggle from Y/N. Jeongin let out a breathy laugh as he finally pulled out of her, careful to keep his body covering her as much as possible as he found a towel.
"He's never going to let us live this down," Jeongin whispered.
"Probably not," Y/N agreed, "But it was worth it."
They scrambled to clean themselves and the kitchen, an unspoken agreement passing between them to never speak of this again. Or at least, not in front of Chan.
Later, as they were both dressed, the kitchen somewhat presentable, they sat on the living room sofa. Their faces still flushed. The box of fried chicken was open on the coffee table, but no one was eating. Chan was leaning against the balcony doorframe, looking at them with a mixture of disbelief and a growing, mischievous smirk.
"So," Chan said, crossing his arms. He looked at Y/N, his best friend, and then at Jeongin, his youngest brother. "Strawberries, huh?"
Y/N cleared her throat, looking intensely at her shoes. "They were on sale, Chan."
"Must have been a hell of a sale," Chan teased, his eyes dancing. "I don't remember the last time a bowl of fruit resulted in someone losing their bra in the kitchen. Also, Jeongin-ah?"
"Yeah, hyung?" Jeongin looked up, wary.
"You missed a spot." Chan pointed to his own neck. Jeongin reached up and felt a sticky patch behind his ear. He turned a vibrant shade of scarlet.
"I always knew you two had a thing for 'teasing' each other," Chan continued, walking over and finally grabbing a piece of chicken. He sat in the armchair opposite them, looking entirely too comfortable. "But I didn't realize Y/N was the 'reward' for your fruit cravings, Innie. Does this mean I have to stock the fridge with pineapples next week? Or maybe some whipped cream?"
"Chan!" Y/N groaned, throwing a sofa cushion at him.
Chan caught it, laughing heartily. He looked at them both, his expression softening into something warmer, more genuine. He knew his best friend, and he knew his brother. He could see the change in the air between them, the way they were sitting just a little too close, the way Jeongin’s hand was resting protectively on her thigh under the table. And he secretly approved of this relationship even when they themselves had not yet realized their feelings.
"In all seriousness," Chan said, pointing his index at Jeongin. "If you make it awkward for me to eat breakfast in my own kitchen, I’m charging you extra rent."
Jeongin grinned, his dimples flashing, the confidence he’d found on the kitchen counter returning in full force. He squeezed Y/N’s leg.
"Don't worry, hyung. Next time, we'll use your studio. It's soundproof." Chan choked on his chicken, coughing as Y/N dissolved into laughter.
The afternoon sun continued to fade, the golden light melting into a soft twilight glow. As the three of them watched a movie, Jeongin leaned closer and whispered something scandalous in Y/N’s ear, making her blush all over again. In that moment, they both knew the game wasn’t over. It was only just beginning.
