When the boys told you to come over for a “Chill night in” this wasn’t what you thought you they meant. Sure, the video games, the take out, and the alcohol was expected, but having the best sex of your life with Jeongin because Minho ran his mouth was not.
It started out normally. A collection of pizza boxes lined the table in the living room, Seungmin kicking everyone’s ass at Duck Game on the Switch, and the tipsy conversations rising to alarming volumes.
You’re sat on the couch watching as Changbin’s character dies almost immediately on screen when you get drawn to the conversation happening beside you. How the topic of porn came up, you’ll never know, but Jisung, Minho, Hyunjin, and Jeongin seem very enthralled by trying guess what everyone’s favourite sub-categories could be.
Jisung’s laughing as he says, “I don’t even want to know what Channie-hyung’s watching - I bet that’s stuff is wild”, and you find yourself chipping in before your tipsy brain can stop you.
“Somehow I think Jeongin’s search history would be more questionable? Chan’s is probably just boob stuff but I’m ready to put money on the maknae being a little freak.”
While Jeongin turns to give you a look of mock offence, the others break into little giggles and Minho leans forward with a smirk.
“I think we can all guess what our little Jeonginnie watches, though.”
“Pretty sure our little baby spends his time perusing squirting clips, no?”
Jeongin looks mortified, Hyunjin is actively choking on his own spit, and Minho just sits there with a smug grin watching the chaos unfold.
You giggle along with the others, enjoying the way the youngest’s ears turn a pretty shade of pink.
“Jeez, Jeongin, you should’ve picked something more realistic than that-”
You expected more laughter, but suddenly everyone was smirking in Jeongin’s direction. Minho turned his attention back to you.
“That’s one way to tell us you’ve never squirted before.”
The room suddenly seems quieter, and you laugh to try and distract from the burning of your cheeks.
“Minho-ya, do you think I’d still be single if I’d found a man that could do that for me? That shit’s like gold dust in a world where you get asked if you came after a minute of getting your left lip rubbed.”
Jeongin turns to level you with a look you can’t quite read, and the others are watching the exchange excitedly.
Jisung leans towards you, gaze flickering between you both.
“So you’d jump at a man that could do that?”
Part of you realises that this is a trap, you just haven’t figured out how yet. You slump back in your seat and cross your arms in an attempt to look casual.
“If you’re asking me to choose between mediocre sex where I don’t even get to finish, and mind blowing sex with someone that knows what they’re doing, then yes, I’d jump. And maybe lock him in my metaphorical basement, but it’s never going to happen.”
You notice the way Jeongin tries to control his smirk, but are far more interested in the sparkle in Minho’s eye.
“You say it’s never going to happen, but our little maknae manages it every time…”
Your head whips back to Jeongin, eyes wide.
He holds your gaze and gives a small nod.
“I mean, if they want it, then yeah, I guess.”
Your brain malfunctions. Server down.
Just static. And also images of Jeongin naked. With his fingers inside you. Which is not a new thought, but this? The picture of you shaking and squirting and clenching around him? It has your thighs tensing without permission.
“Right, if they want it.”
Seemingly happy with the absolute bombshell he’s dropped, Minho starts a new conversation with the boys that your ears don’t even register as you keep watching Jeongin.
With a slight head tilt he lets his little finger graze yours where your hand supports your weight on the couch. He drops his voice and asks,
“What about you, noona, do you want it?”
Your mind might be fuzzy, but there’s no denying the way your stomach flips upside down. You blink up at him, trying to process what the fuck is happening. Eventually you nod.
His eyes are dark, but he gives you a soft smile, and squeezes your thigh gently before standing and holding out a hand for you to take. He pulls you up from your seat, and leads you down the hallway towards his room.
He guides you to sit on the edge of his bed and kneels in front of you, running his hands up and down your thighs.
“You still with me, noona?”
You start to nod, but quickly understand that’s not what he wants. He wants words.
“Yeah, I’m good, promise.”
With a one sided smile, he lifts one had to cup your cheek and rubs his thumb again your skin.
“Good girl. We’re just gonna talk a little first, okay?”
The hand still on your thigh is making it hard to concentrate with way it inches higher, and it takes you a second to be able to stutter out your agreement.
“First, I want you to make yourself cum for me. Show me how you need to be touched to feel good. Once you’ve done that I’ll give you another myself. It’s easier when you’re all sensitive. I’ll make you squirt after that, yeah? And then when we’re done we can cuddle and nap if you want.”
All of that sounds good, but there’s one thing that’s just not right.
“You-you’re not gonna fuck me?”
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, like he hadn’t even considered the option.
“Do you- do you want me to?”
You could tell him that you’ve thought about it before - in daydreams, mid conversation, late at night, but you don’t. You wind your fingers into the hair at his nape, pulling him up towards you until he’s at eye level, and lean in until you’re a breath’s width apart, lips barely brushing.
“You’ll cum inside me, right? I need it, Jeongin. Need you fill me up, please, I-”
He cuts you off abruptly by closing the gap between you, kissing roughly as his hand grip your waist hard enough to ache. He picks you up just to throw you further into the centre of the bed and grinds down when he slots himself between your legs.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, I promise.”
He makes quick work of both your clothes, tossing them uncaringly across the room when he does. He leaves you in just your panties and pushes them aside, taking your hand to guide it down.
“Remember what I said? Make yourself cum and then leave the rest to me, baby.”
You whine into his mouth when you circle your clit, hips jumping at the long needed touch. He rests his forehead on yours for just a moment before starting to trail open mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck. When he gets to your shoulder, he nips and sucks marks deep into your skin and groans as he ruts his cock into the mattress. Continuing on his path downwards, his hands come to grope at your chest, and then replaces one of them with his tongue, making you arch into his mouth. He stays there until he hears the change in your breathing and pulls back, gripping your knees and spreading them further apart.
“Just like that, noona. Show me how pretty you are when you come for me.”
You feel your orgasm building rapidly when you realise he’s watching you, just like he said he would, and you reach your free hand out to grasp his as you feel it crash over you, pressing your hips downwards and throwing your head back.
He gives you no time to recover, knocking your fingers aside to take their place, mimicking your movements perfectly. With firm circles on your clit, he brings his other hand to add pressure firmly on your lower stomach and dives down to lick into you. He swipes his tongue in slow, broad strokes, and it’s the vibrations from his low groan that sends you over the edge again.
He moves to push your thighs towards your chest, tongue still lapping up your cum until you shake. When he finally rises, his face is slick and shiny and the sight of it makes you clench around nothing.
“So good for me, baby. Fuck, you’re perfect.”
His eyes are rounded with awe, and his smile is so bright it’s almost blinding. He drags his nails against the outsides of your thighs soothingly, and gives you a moment to catch your breath.
Your brain is fuzzy, and your ears ring a little with the force of your orgasm and it’s a miracle you can still process what he’s saying.
“Do you want to keep going? We can stop here if you want, noona, you’ve already done so well-”
“Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking dare stop.” You reach for his hand and pull it to where you need it most, grinding against it. “You promised me, Jeongin, you said you’d be the first to do this for me, I-”
His voice is so low it’s almost gravelly, and his eyes are dark and sharp when they meet yours.
With two fingers, he slips inside you smoothly, dragging them back down your walls. He does this a few times, clearly searching for one spot in particular. When he finds it, he curls his fingers sharply, and bullies that one spot mercilessly. He moves fast and sure, and you can’t help the way your jaw drops at how good it feels.
“Don’t hold it in, noona, just let it go, I’ve got you.”
You do, and he does. It feels so good that it takes a second to register that your chest is suddenly wet where you’re holding your breath. He rubs softly between your legs and coos.
“There you go, baby. I knew you could do it.”
You look down to find him touching himself, sharp little twists around his cockhead that make him inhale sharply.
“We’re gonna go one more time, and then I’ll fuck you as your reward, okay?”
Jesus Christ, you think, this man’s a fucking demon.
