mostly real i, too, wonder how I've managed to make it this far, but my mom debates I more..... (#loredrop) (do NOT ask further about my mom)
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Hey hey long time no see hehe I’ve primarily been writing on ao3 as of late! Here’s a few snippets of my most recent work!
TW: abuse, ED, Punching, Drugs.
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Dude, I don’t know if I can fix this. You literally might have to leave the wipers on for the radio to work,” Jisung grunted as he twisted a bolt back in place.
Chan groaned, kicking the door. “Dude, do you know how stupid I’ll look? Sorry, Stella, I can’t play music because my car’s haunted.”
“Stella?” Seungmin asked with a snort, sliding a five to Felix. “Weren’t you just talking to Noah from fourth period?”
Chan shrugged and slid his phone back in his pocket. “I have a roster, bro. Full time. It’s like a whole second job.”
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Seungmin glanced a few pews over and sure enough there sat Lee Minho sitting uncharacteristically straight in the pew. His eyes never straying from the preacher who was droning on and on about the sanctity of marriage and how it’s the church’s duty to protect it. Seungmin could have scoffed at that his mom went to church too so did his dad, but that didn’t stop them from destroying each other over and over again.
But that was a story for another day truthfully Seungmin hated sitting around thinking about his fucked up family but it was hard not to not when he grew up practically in the Bangs’ perfect home Chan who got let off easy maybe his phone taken when he fucked up Chan’s sister Hannah who gets told off when she’s sassy. Seungmin hasn’t seen any of his friends explain away weird bruises or hide away for hours. Seungmin would go ape shit if they did they were his family at this point.
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Jeongin carefully shut the door to his bedroom making sure it didn’t close too loudly. He had heard there was going to be a race at the abandoned lot tonight and Chan was going to be running it, Innie hoped he could maybe help out use it as an excuse to get closer with the older boy.
Shit Jeongin had been pining after Chan ever since they were 8 and traded silly bands back in Mrs. Kwon’s class. Jeongin still had the glow in the dark dinosaur all these years later, hoping that maybe one day if Chan ever gave him the chance he could show him that he sees Chan. But unfortunately for Jeongin Chan had options as in half of the school, there was never a moment where there wasn’t someone new hanging off of the older guy, it pissed Jeongin off why couldn’t it be him for once.
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Chan rolled out of his bed long after he should have gotten up. His snooze button was by far his most committed relationship at this point in his life. Fuck he did not want to go to school today not after last nights races. He was lucky Jisung let him use the Hellcat. Chan managed to pull 1.1 mil won but his phone was already blowing up. Fuck Nora was blowing up his phone. They had hooked up last night after the race adrenaline. Chan felt hot and Nora was so fucking easy it was like the trifecta of want and Chan was always there for it.
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Minho lay awake in his room on his stomach, his back still stinging from the cream he had applied to it. His blood soaked shirt lay discarded in the bathroom. His mother would clean it out later. The boy pulled his phone out. The group chat was blowing up. A new fight was coming up, massive payout.
Minho: sorry can’t dads on my ass again
Innie: shit dude grounded again?
Changbin: dude you’re 18 leave
Hyunjin: not everyone thinks rules are enough to run for bin. He was late he gets grounded it happens.
Minho stared at the texts, his thumbs hovering for a moment. He could tell them the truth. But how would that make him look? He regularly put down guys his father’s size for less. Easy. Weak. That’s what he was. He was weak. Minho slowly drifted off to sleep imagining all the ways tonight could have gone differently if only he wasn’t such a coward.
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Jisung opened his phone, already looking for new parts for the Hellcat as he shoveled his face before going to bed. His life was perfect, the perfect friends, perfect cars. Half the girls wanted him at school but Jisung didn’t care about that. Jisung likes men. Period. End of story. So as much as Stella Chen keeps texting him very obvious info about her brand new Ford Fiesta, Jisung could care less. He just wants to race.
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He thought about what he was gonna do tonight. It was Friday he didn’t have class tomorrow. He could go to the loft but over there they expected him to fight to perform when really all he wanted to do was paint. But that was only when every single painting was met with the same dismissed wave from his mother and her saying she’ll look later. At first Hyunjin sat and waited for later but it had been three years and she never looked at that stupid tree he had painted for her when he was 15 even though it was hung on the wall in her home office and Hyunjin’s signature was neatly drawn in the bottom left corner.
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Changbin sat on his futon, his weed carefully broken up, his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth as he used a random card from his wallet to gather it all up along the edge of his rolling tray. His paper was laid out neatly, the filter already folded to perfection. Rolling was by far one of Bin’s favorite things, that and punching things. But punching things after getting stoned honestly it was the best thing a person could ever experience in Changbin’s personal opinion.
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Felix looked at himself in the mirror leaning in close enough he could count each clogged pore as the toner sat in his freshly bleached hair. Felix ran his fingers along his cheeks, hmm that’s not right. He had been making sure he was working out extra lately just trying to look perfect. Perfect Lee Felix who never broke, perfect Lee Felix who corrected a spin out that should have led to an accident, perfect Lee Felix whose smile is lighting up every room he walked into. Fuck why doesn’t he feel like that.
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For one blissful second Minho was wrapped up in the feeling of Jisung’s body pressed against his, for one blissful second Minho had forgotten every moment of “prayer” his father had made him go through, for one blissful second Minho was free. But that’s the unfortunate thing about time seconds don’t last forever.
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As I’ve said I’ve been on AO3 a lot working on my North Star fic here’s a little blurb from it if you like it feel freed to read it on ao3
Jeongin woke up slowly, his fox tail already twitching, his mind running all the possibilities for the day. That’s what he does. That’s who he is. Most would call his ability a gift. That’s what everyone tells him. But his reality is completely different. His mind never shuts off, running calculations, probabilities, predicting outcomes at an ungodly pace, day in and day out. It would drive anyone insane.
Wednesday meant breakfast. Chan’s day to cook. Probably something easy. Eggs, pancakes, and bacon. Changbin rounds first. Chan next. Hyunjin after. Minho would offer, get shot down, because Minho’s an omega. Koda would make faces at Chan. Chan would roll his eyes. Seungmin would stick Koda on Hyunjin for a bit to get some him time. Pack meeting would turn into a fight. Everyone would go to bed upset.
It’s not future telling. It’s probability and pattern recognition. This pack was predictable. Jeongin hated it.
He shook Hyunjin awake, who as predicted started bitching and moaning. Too pretty for rounds. Stayed up too late. You hate me. Jeongin rolled his eyes and dragged him to the dining room.
Chan set down a stack of slightly burnt pancakes, slightly runny eggs, and bacon that was somehow overcooked but still floppy in the middle. Jeongin took his usual spot, back to the wall, facing the door, watching everyone file in.
First was Koda and Minho. Then Jisung, sunglasses on, a grimace on his face. Felix and Changbin last.
But Seungmin wasn’t with them.
Weird.
Jeongin rearranged his plate once. Twice. A third time. Something was off, and his mind was already moving. His ability was a curse, one he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemies. It makes the most mundane deviations a big thing, leaving only physical compulsions behind that would let him quiet his mind.
He tried eggs first. Then bacon. Then pancakes. No. Worse. Take away the bacon. No. That’s not it. That’s bad. What if he just moves
“Baby, stop. Your fingers are bleeding,” Hyunjin whispered, pulling the knife out of Jeongin’s hand.
Jeongin pushed away from the table for band aids, but the band aid was quickly forgotten as he stepped into Sunroom and inhaled.
That’s what was wrong.
Warm bread.
Well, the lack of warm bread.
Felix’s lavender was heavy in the air and Changbin’s cedar was loud, but there was no trace of freshly baked bread anywhere.
Jeongin ran.
By the time he made it back to the dining room, his soft moss scent had turned bitter, rotting at the edges, his ears pinning back. Chan moved like he was approaching a wild animal.
“Jeongin? What’s going on?”
Jeongin met Chan’s eyes. His next words barely came out loud enough for anyone to hear.
Hey yall sorry about the no updates on skz plug fics i just burned myself out writing everything but the smut for it. I’m gonna be honest a few chapters might not have it. It’s not that I don’t like writing smut but sometimes I don’t like writing it and I just didn’t want to upset anyone if I don’t write it.
Warnings: Mentions of drugs, guns and violence, Alcohol, unprotected sex, lots and lots of angst
Authors Note: ALRIGHT quick note before yall read this, this fuck is heavy based off of a few life experiences of my own. With out further adue Late nights and cloudy sky’s I.Ns Plug!Skz
You stretch, groaning slightly, a dull ache radiating in your lower back. Slowly, you open your eyes, wishing the pounding headache between your ears would go away. You take a quick scan of your environment, letting out a sigh of relief when you realize you’re sprawled out on your friend’s couch.
You slowly stand, letting the blanket fall away from you. A moment of confusion hits, these aren’t the clothes you wore to the party last night. Instead of your short black maxi dress, you’re wearing a black hoodie with a logo for some foreign band on the front and a pair of plaid pajama pants. Your heart drops to your stomach as a memory runs through your mind.
You’re hanging over a shoulder before being gently pushed into the passenger seat of a familary truck.
“Thank you, Inniiiieee,” the words spill from your mouth with a small giggle, your face bright red from the alcohol coursing through your veins.
Jeongin turns to look at you, shaking his head, a small smirk forming on his lips as he buckles you in. The moment you feel the younger boy’s body near yours, you clumsily pull his mouth to yours. Instead of kissing you back, he pulls away, disappointment written across his face.
“You’re drunk, Y/N. Let’s get you home. I’m sorry my sister flaked on you again.”
You watch as he slides into the driver’s seat, tears welling in your eyes, the sting of rejection sharp. Just as you’re about to say something, your stomach turns sour, saliva filling your mouth. You reach for your purse, but you’re too late, the contents of your stomach cover your dress. Tears stream down your face as apologies spill from your lips, over and over, for vomiting on his truck, for asking him to come get you, for kissing him. You keep apologizing.
“Hey, it’s okay. Let’s just, get you cleaned up ok?” He unbuckles you before pulling you out of the car and carrying you to the bathroom.
He turns the water on, leaves, and returns with his clothes. “Don’t make this weird, Y/N. Please.”
He fixes his gaze on a point on the ceiling as he helps you out of your dress and into the shower, guiding you carefully over the slippery tile and into the warm water. Your eyes can’t help but take him in, you’ve never noticed how good he looks like this. His black T-shirt clings to his body, making his muscles look bigger, his grey sweatpants fitting him perfectly.
“When did you get hot?” You hiccup, the alcohol stripping away your inner filter.
You watch as his face turns even redder. He shuts his eyes for a brief second, opening his mouth to speak, his voice strained. “Y/N, please… we can talk about this in the morning.”
You relax into his hands as his long fingers massage your scalp, washing out the last of the vomit. As soon as the soap is rinsed away, he turns off the shower and leaves the bathroom, leaving you standing there completely naked and alone.
You throw on his sweatshirt and pants, breathing in the scent of his detergent and cologne. The smell relaxes you.
You shutter at the memory as it hits you a fresh wave of embarrassment washing over you. Quickly you grab your phone, it’s 6 a.m. Jeongin should still be asleep. You could sneak out and avoid the embarrassment from last night.
You grab your things and head for the kitchen, but as soon as you open the door, your blood runs cold. Your stomach turns sour, and your hand instinctively reaches for your bag. Jeongin sits at the table, Chan, your ex, across from him. Jeongin takes a thick brown paper bag from Chan and slides a wad of cash across the table. You take a step back, but your ex notices you standing there.
“Y/N? What the fuck are you doing here?” Chan asks, eyes narrowing. “Unless you want back in? I’ve got an extra eight ounces here you could sell. Make some cash, get started again?”
You open your mouth to respond, but Jeongin speaks first. “Man, you know she’s my sister’s lame-ass friend. She’s not cut out for this shit anymore. She’s a nobody now, don’t waste your time.”
The words hit you like a wall, tears burning your eyes, your face flushed with shame. You watch them finish up, Chan giving you one last look before turning to Jeongin.
“Bring her to the party tonight. I’ll make it worth your time,” Chan says with a cocky grin that makes your stomach turn.
As soon as he’s gone, Jeongin turns to you, his eyes a mix of anger and fear. “You need to go.”
You step back, shaking your head, questions racing through your mind. “What the fuck was that, Jeongin?” your voice trembles. “Why the fuck was Chan here?”
Before he can answer, you pull the paper bag from his hands. Inside is an assortment of weed, waxes, and carts. The realization hits you like a brick. You look back up at him, eyes wide, hands shaking with adrenaline.
“Jeongin, you have one chance to explain yourself before I call your sister and tell her exactly what you’re doing,” you say through gritted teeth, your fear masking as anger.
Jeongin takes a step back, hands slightly raised in defense. “I, I needed extra cash, and my sister still got her weed from Chan, so I asked him once. He fronted me a few ounces.”
You shake your head in disbelief. How could he do the one thing you fought tooth and nail to escape, the thing you swore never to let another person go through? Part of you wants to walk away, to cut him out like you did everyone else from that life. But another part of you knows that if you leave, it might not be long before he has blood on his hands and nightmares keeping him awake at night.
You cross the room, your expression serious.
“The party he mentioned,” you say, the words tasting like venom. “You’re not going alone. Not with him.”
Jeongin nods quickly, eyes wide. He’s never seen you like this, no one has. You keep that part of yourself buried deep, where she belongs. You watch as he takes a breath and a small step back. The energy from last night vanishes as he realizes the gravity of the situation. Before he can leave the room, you grab his arm, pulling him into a tight hug. Despite your gut warning you, you ignore it.
“I’m serious, Jeongin,” you say, pulling back to look into his eyes, hands on his shoulders. “Don’t go alone.”
When you both arrive at the party, you check your bag again — everything you need is inside. You feel sick at the sight of it, this piece of your past life creeping back in when you least expected it.
“Y/N, let’s just say hi to everyone, then go,” Jeongin mutters as he steps out of the van, putting out the blunt he was using to calm his nerves, the one you uncharacteristically turned down because you needed to stay sober tonight.
You nod and follow him into the small house. Inside, you spot an old friend and glance back at Jeongin, who’s talking with your ex. He’ll be fine if you step away for a moment. You push through the crowd, a smile forming as you meet your old friend, a girl you’ve never met hangs off him.
“Y/N? What are you doing here? Still lame as fuck?” Seungmin teases lightly.
You wrap your arms around him for a quick hug, ignoring the nasty looks from the girl beside him. “I see you’re still picking up random girls off the street, huh? You tell her about your issues?”
Her face falls as she glares between you two. “What the fuck is she talking about, baby?”
Seungmin just shrugs. “Probably STDs or something.”
You watch as she realizes what’s going on, she pushes Seungmin before storming off. The two of you burst into laughter.
“Thanks, Y/N,” he says between laughs. “She wouldn’t leave me alone. Just some random chick I met tonight. But seriously, why are you here?”
Your smile fades at his tone, and you lean in close. “My friend’s brother got mixed up with Chan. I’m not in the game anymore. Haven’t been in a while. Won’t be again.”
You turn to point toward Jeongin, but your heart drops, he’s gone. Your eyes scan the room. Seungmin straightens, the shift in your demeanor making his nerves spike.
“There’s a second floor,” he mutters. “He’s probably fine. Let’s check, then grab some drinks, yeah?”
He’s trying to calm you, though every cell in his body screams to leave. The party’s thinning out, and you hate how noticeable it is.
Your eyes darken as the two of you make your way upstairs, checking each room, catching glimpses of people mid‑hookup, until you’re about to give up. Seungmin calls you over to the last room, his face pale, his hand hovering over his hip. Your heart nearly stops when you recognize that look. Instantly, you reach into your purse, fingers wrapping around the cold metal inside. You hold your finger to your lips before slipping into the room, Seungmin close behind.
The scene before you breaks something inside of you. Jeongin’s backed against a wall, a gun pressed to his forehead. Chan stands across the room, hands up, shaking as he watches Junghoon yell at your younger friend. Before he notices you, you raise your Glock and press it against Junghoons temple. Seungmin follows your lead, his weapon aimed at the back of Junghoon’s head.
You glance at Jeongin, his eyes pleading, tears threatening to fall. His fists are clenched to hide the trembling, you can feel the fear radiating off him.
“Junghoon,” you say, your voice calm and even, discussing your fear as cockieness. “You really want to serve time over this dumbass? The way i see it, you’ve got two options, one, you blow out pretty boy’s brains, and we paint the walls with yours. Or two, you put the gun down and walk away. Head still intact.”
You press the gun harder into his temple to make your point. Your heart races as you watch him flip the safety back on. Slowly, he kneels, placing the gun on the floor. As soon as you hear the soft clink of metal, you kick it across the room. Chan surges forward, punching Junghoon in the jaw and knocking him out cold.
You flick your safety back on, grabbing Jeongin and pulling him out of the room, then out of the house entirely. You don’t stop shaking, even as you speed away, your hand never leaving his. Choked sobs escape his throat, the reality hitting him all at once. It’s his turn to apologize, over and over.
When you finally pull into your apartment, you text your friend, letting her know Jeongin’s staying with you for the night, making something up about him he showed up drunk thinking it was their house.
You help him inside, dead‑bolt the door, and turn to him.
“What the FUCK did I tell you, Jeongin? Did you think I was just talking out of my ass? You could’ve fucking died back there! Over what? Huh? Perks? Xanax? Fentanyl?”
Jeongin looks at you, broken. “Weed. It was over weed. That’s all I sell. I’m sorry, I didn’t think—”
You cut him off, tears burning your cheeks. “That’s the problem. You don’t think about anyone else. I love you, Jeongin. I’m in love with you.”
Suddenly, his lips were crashing into yours, your tears mixing with his, and you kissed him back with the same passion. His fingers digging into your hips as he pulls your body closser to his, your hands exploring his body as he pushes you into the wall, his leg lifting up so his thigh was pressed up against your heat, causing a gasp to escape your mouth givinging Jeongin the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, he let out a graon as you nip at its sudden intrusion. You feel his hands slide under your butt, his arms flexing as he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, neither of you breaks the kiss as he carries you to your bedroom, a soft groan escapes your lips as you feel him growing under your hips.
He only pulls away from you to place you on your bed; your eyes take in the hungry expression as he stares you down like your prey, sending a shiver down your spine. You can't help but notice how his long fingers delicately trace up the side of your waist as he slowly removes your shirt. You go to help, but he just shakes his head.
“You saved me, let me take care of you, please.” Jeongin's voice comes out as a low whisper as he slides your shirt the rest of the way off.
He lets out a low groan as he looks you over. His fingers were trailing up and down your exposed skin, leaving goose bumps left behind from where his fingers once were. Carefully, he unhooks your bra and slowly pulls it away from your skin. Jeongin leans in again, lacing his fingers through your hair. He pulls your head back, exposing your neck further, giving him access to bite down on the sensitive spot where your jaw meets your neck, causing you to arch up into him, a whimper escaping your lips as he licks over the spot to soothe the angry red skin.
He continues down your body, nipping at your exposed skin where his teeth can sink into your legs, pressing together as you feel the heat grow and the wetness spread. His thumb slowly traces over one of your nipples as he takes the other in his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue, moaning into your skin like he was the one who had your soft lips trailing over his skin. You let out a soft gasp as he pulls away with a pop, only to repeat the same on the other nipple. By now, you couldn’t keep your hips still; your need had grown insatiable.
“Please, Jeongin, I need you. I need something, it hurts,” you whimper, meeting his eyes.
His lips for a twisted smile, his pupils blown, “relax, baby, we have all night.”
You shiver at the way the words roll off his tongue like a sickly sweet honey; they wedge themselves through your ears and send a jolt of lightning straight through your core. His entire demeanor from before melted away as he watched you squirm, the pure desperation in your eyes awakening something in him he had never felt before. All he knew was that you looked beautiful, so desperate for him. He relished in the fact that he was the only one making you feel like that, that only he had the thing to quench your thirst, to dull the hunger, to cure the ache that was growing between your soft thighs.
Jeongin moved his body down. You lift your hips to make it easier for him to remove your shorts, your underwear slowly peels away, and he licks his lips at the sight of how your slick darkened the pink to an almost reddish color. He slowly trailed kisses up your thigh. He used his arm to press your hips to the mattress so you couldn't move yourself closer to him. His eyes roll back as he inhales the scent of you carefully. He takes a slow lick from base to clit, groaning at how you taste on his tongue.
“You taste so sweet,” he mutters as he pinches your clit between his finger and thumb, his eyes drink in the way your back arches off the mattress at the sudden pressure, “Such a pretty pussy all this mess for me.”
Suddenly, his face is buried between your legs again, his lip wrapped around your pulsing clit he sucks it hard as he presses two fingers into you. You feel him smirk around you as your walls squeeze around his finger, hungrily pulling them in deeper. You let out aloud moan as his fingers reach the soft, gummy spot you have never been able to reach on your own.
“Oh My, Jeongin,” You gasp as you feel his tongue flick your clit at the same pace his fingers curl and pull inside of you.
Your juices running down his face as he slowly pulls you closer to where you want to go, you glance down to see his eyes watching you through a half-lidded expression, a fiery hunger behind them as he grinds himself into the mattress. Just as you are about to let go, he pulls away, leaving you aching and shivering at the sudden emptiness.
“Not yet,” He smirks, crawling back over you, his hand freeing himself from his pants.
His lips press back into yours, and you taste yourself on his tongue as he swallows your moans. He rolls his hips against yours, covering his pulsing cock in your juices before he presses the tip to your entrance. Jeongin breaks the kiss, meeting his eyes with yours as to ask for permission.
“Please, Jeongin, don't stop,” You whisper, grabbing his neck, pulling his lips back into yours.
He wastes no time pressing himself into you slowly at first, letting you adjust to his sheer size. You groan at how full you feel, at the way you can feel his tip brushing against your cervix. Slowly, he rolls his hips, groaning as he feels your walls flutter around him.
“You're so tight,” He whispers in your ear, voice strained, “You were made for me.”
He thrusts in hard at his last word, causing a stangled gasp to escape your lips. He wraps one of his hands around your neck, giving it a careful squeeze, biting his lip as he feels you squeeze around him as you welcome the sudden dominance from him. He doesn’t take his time; he pulls his hips back and sets a brutal pace, his other hand circling your clit, the feeling overwhelming you in the best ways possible. He whispers the nastiest things in your ear as his mane falls out of your mouth like a prayer. You feel the familiar feeling building back up faster and harder this time, but you can’t pull away from its sudden onset. You try to warn him, but a scream comes out before you have a chance. Your vision goes white as you come undone around his cock, a sudden gush of wetness comes out of you.
“Yes, soak me, y/n,” He growls in your ear as he keeps going. The stimulation was too much tears started spilling out of your eyes. He uses his tongue to lick them off your cheeks. “Come with me one more time.”
His thumb moves faster, words no longer able to escape your mouth, his thrusts get sloppy as he presses into you, and your walls tighten around him. You have never come twice before, not in the amount of time he was unraveling you. The feeling hits you like a train as you yell around him, squirming under him, your legs shaking, your body weak. As you come down, you feel him press himself into you, staying there; he lowers himself onto you, both of you too tired to move.
“I'm sorry, y/n,” Jeongin whispers as he pulls out of you, “for all of it, for everything.”
You press your lips together, wrapping your arms around him, pressing your head to his chest as soon as he’s lying next to you. “Don’t scare me like that again, Jeongin. I can’t lose you—not to that shit. I left that life for a reason.”
He nods slowly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You hear his heartbeat speed up as the events of tonight run through his mind again. He almost died—he would have if you hadn’t found him standing there defenseless, Chan’s gun in Junghoon’s hand pressed against his forehead. Jeongin lifts his hand like he can still feel the cold metal pressed against him.
“Can I stay here tonight, Y/n?” he asks, his voice shaking slightly—a sound you recognize. You’ve felt that fear before; the feeling never truly leaves you.
You nod your head, pulling him closer to you. “You can stay here as long as you need.”
Slowly, you get up, your legs still shaking slightly. You grab a towel from your closet and carefully wipe away the mess that sits between your legs, then help clean Jeongin off. The towel gets tossed onto your pile of laundry as you go to the kitchen to grab some water and juice. You pick up the pajamas he let you borrow and help him get dressed.
“I should be doing this for you, not the other way around,” he mutters, but he doesn’t stop you as you pull his sweatshirt over his head.
You give him a small smile as you get yourself dressed, then slide into the bed next to him, pulling him back into you. “You did enough. Let me take care of you.”
You hum softly, running your fingers through his hair as he relaxes into you, your voice never faltering even as you feel his breathing grow steady and his body fully relax into yours. You pause for a moment when you see a notification light up your screen, your ex’s name displaying on your phone. Quietly, you shut your phone off for the night, sleep running from you as your mind replays the events of the day. Tears roll down your cheeks silently, knowing Jeongin will never be the same again.
warnings: unprotected sex (MDNI)(be smart), nerd loser jisung, so many weed mentions, recreational drug use, sex while high, virgin!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, possessive behavior, drug dealing and whatnot, jisung calls reader rockstar bc im a freak, chanlix mention
a/n: this was TOTALLY inspired by a reblog of @jj-one ‘s plug!sung post!! if yall haven’t read it pls do,, its YUMMY!
p.s. i imagine 3racha’s band is playing garbage truck from scott pilgrim. listen to it >:3 also this is wayyy longer than it was meant to be srry (not)
“y/n, i’m begging! you have to come with me!”
“why would i subject myself to being in a dingy garage with four men, three of which i don’t know?”
“it’s five, changbin-hyung has his boyfriend coming.”
“felix that doesn’t help!” you groan, throwing your head back to stare up at your dorm ceiling. felix matches your energy, groaning from his place with his head in your lap and your long nails running through his hair.
“please!” felix whines. if you were looking at him, you’re sure you would see a dramatic pout on his plush lips and his pretty eyes getting glassy. if there is one thing your best friend knows how to do, it’s get what he wants. lucky for you, he has turned his evil puppy dog eyes on you tonight.
felix has had a crush on his physics TA for two whole semesters. two semesters of watching your friend’s pining and yearning from afar, listening to him ramble on about how hot bang chan is and how he could get it any day, any time, anywhere.
whatever felix is doing seems to finally be paying off. chan invited him to watch his shitty garage band practice tonight, and felix had immediately called you squealing. you’re happy for him- really, felix deserves all the love this world has to offer- but that doesn’t change the fact that you do not want to do your duties of wingwoman tonight. the idea of pretending to like whatever noise hits your eardrums in chan’s garage makes you shiver.
“i can’t go alone,” felix huffs after deciding you had been silent too long. “i don’t want to show up and be the only person no one knows. besides, if it goes terribly i need you to pretend to be sick so we can leave.”
you give felix a deadpan look, knowing he’s full of shit. like anything could pry his little fingers away from chan’s muscular biceps. unfortunately, you do kind of owe him. after all, felix had been the one who pretended to be your boyfriend when your last torturous date had tried to come into your dorm. felix seems to realize this, but doesn’t say anything. he knows you better than anyone, and he knows you’re about to crack.
with a sigh, you mumble out, “fine. but i’m leaving after an hour and a half, maximum.”
the bright grin and tight hug you get in return almost makes your sacrifice worth it.
bang chan’s garage is dingy, as expected. but it isn’t quite as bad as you thought.
one lightbulb hangs from the ceiling, no cover over it, light softly flickering. pink and cerulean LEDs are the only other thing lighting the space, making it have a frat house air that leaves you feeling a little second hand embarrassment. but the humid air at least smells nice, like the bergamot diffuser in the corner, and the old, brown leather couch you are invited to sit on is comfortable enough to have you sinking into the cushions.
chan is the main vocalist, with his friend changbin on drums and some guy named jisung on guitar. jisung is running late, which seems to be a reoccurring theme considering no one bats an eye, so chan takes it upon himself to entertain the crowd of three on his sofa by telling jokes that sound like the opening of a stand-up comedy club.
“and don’t even get me started on airplane food-“ chan fakes a scoff, pausing for laughter. you manage to hide a grimace behind your hand, feeling a little bad because he seems genuinely nice, his jokes are just dad-tier. beside you, felix laughs wholeheartedly.
just as you check the time on your phone, ready to fake a stomach ache, the door that leads inside chan’s home whips open hard enough to bounce off the wall behind it. a flurry of movement, a baggy black hoodie and a red guitar swing into the room. a man adjusts his big black rimmed glasses on his face, pulling his bangs back into his backwards snapback, and takes position beside chan in the middle of the space. jisung, you presume.
“sorry i’m late,” you hear a low voice mumble. your ears ring in an attempt to pick up the exact pitch. chan shrugs the apology off, grinning and whispering something that has jisung huffing a short laugh through his nose. with startling clarity and clenched thighs you realize this is the hottest man you have ever seen in your life. like, ever.
jisung tilts his chin up to adjust the microphone in front of him and you have the chance to catch a good look at his face. sharp jawline, honey toned skin, heart-shaped lips and a heart-shaped adam’s apple to match. there’s a little bit of stubble on his jaw and upper lip if you squint your eyes. he raises a long, slender finger to adjust his thick frames on the bridge of his nose again and clears his throat. weirdly, you have no doubt in your mind that he has a lighter in his pocket- the room smells like a mix of bergamot and weed now.
you throw felix a side-eyed glance and realize he’s already looking back at you, smile innocent and lashes batting. you know each other better than anyone else in the entire world. felix has to know jisung is exactly your type.
chan’s voice, amplified by the cheap mic in front of him, cuts through your thoughts. “alright, you guys ready to rock?”
the music starts blaring, and your breath catches in your throat. honestly, they aren’t even bad. loud, a little abrasive, but the talent is there. chan’s raw vocals hit you like a truck, and jisung’s backup singing has your heart skipping a beat or two. by the time practice is finished all three of them are sweating, panting, and smiling at the loud hollers coming from your side. shellshocked, all you can do is clap softly.
practice comes to an end and felix is immediately off the couch, running to shower a blushing chan with praise much like changbin’s partner does. you stand slowly, tugging the sleeves on your thin shirt further down your arms as you glance around the room. the crooked posters that have been slapped onto the wall with clear tape are suddenly very interesting to look at.
you feel the heat of a body in front of you, and when you turn your head the hot guitarist is scratching the back of his neck. he grins at you, small and cocky to hide his nerves. but you see the twitch of his fingertips, and you can pick out the light flush on the apples of his cheeks.
with all the bravado of a man who fakes confidence quite often, he clears his throat. “haven’t seen you around before. you on campus?”
you don’t remember much of the conversation- jisung converses with you about the basics every college student talks about when meeting a peer for the first time. what’s your major? have you been to that popular coffee shop a block down from campus? god the dorms are terrible, aren’t they? your responses come on autopilot, thoughts free to run with the way jisung’s tongue flicks across his bottom lip before he changes subjects, the way his eyebrows raise when you say something mildly interesting. by the time felix pulls you out of the garage door, there’s a tiny baggie filled with green flower in your pocket. on the front, there’s a little green alien holding up a peace sign. on the back, a phone number is scrawled in silver sharpie.
you officially have a plug.
you don’t smoke often- usually it’s only in social settings, with felix and maybe seungmin by your side. when the question had been brought up, do you smoke, you had nodded without question. jisung had winked when he told you he knew a guy that could give you the good shit. a little ridiculous that it was himself he was talking about, but somehow you found it endearing. either way, you refuse to save the number in your phone. the same way you refuse to step foot back into chan’s dingy garage with his (not really) shitty band. people like jisung only ever lead to trouble, and you are smart enough to recognize a red flag when it winks at you.
“oh hey, y/n. nice to see you again!” chan grins, patting your arm once.
you cut felix a glare which he chooses to ignore in favor of hugging the man who greeted you. you step foot into chan’s dingy garage again.
it had been almost mortifyingly easy to convince you to come this time. felix didn’t have to pry, didn’t have to beg, only had to love-bomb you for a minute before you caved. this time chan’s band isn’t practicing, felix had said they were just hanging out tonight. somehow, that made the nerves in your stomach flare up worse.
your eyes immediately dart to the brown leather sofa that had been so comfortable last time you stepped into the space. the LEDs above you are red now, dimly flashing and lighting up the concrete walls. your spot on the couch has been stolen by han jisung.
when you step forward, uncertain if you should even say hi- uncertain if he even remembers your name- jisung’s head snaps up from where he had been staring at his phone. his face immediately splits into a grin, long hair falling into his eyes now that there is no snapback to hold the strands. his glasses are still on, still slightly askew, just as you remembered.
“hey! i didn’t realize you would be here. thank god it’s not just me and two couples,” he laughs, scooting over slightly to pat the spot between his body and the couch armrest. when you sit down in the small space you were given, your bodies don’t touch. but it’s a close thing.
“i was told if i didn’t come felix would tell you i’m a STEM major,” you shudder playfully, hiding a small smile. “i can’t have my reputation ruined like that.”
jisung laughs softly, the sound making your chest feel warm. then he looks around, as if watching to see if anyone is paying attention, and reaches long fingers into his hoodie pocket. he produces a slightly misaligned, fully unsmoked joint and a garfield lighter.
jisung’s eyes are borderline sparkling when he looks back at you. mischievous, a little hesitant. he takes his plush bottom lip between two rows of sharp, white teeth. his glasses reflect red LEDs. “wanna smoke?”
you nod- because of course you do.
jisung lights the joint, holding the tip between his pretty rose colored lips and hollowing his cheeks to suck in thick smoke. you swallow around your dry mouth, watching the way he tilts his head back against the couch, chest expanding to accommodate the air, and exhales the heavy smoke through his parted lips and nose. the air around the two of you clouds over briefly before it evaporates. he turns his head to look at you, eyes already farther away from earth, and hands the joint over. your fingertips touch and electricity jolts down your spine.
the tip of the joint has tiny teeth marks. your teeth fit into them perfectly.
you spend an uncertain amount of time passing the joint back and forth, watching jisung’s bandmates and their partners fawn over each other. it’s sweet- changbin’s boyfriend is running a hand through his hair, making the older blush and stutter. felix is looking at chan like he hung the moon. and you don’t know when it happened, but jisung has turned his body so that he is facing you, one arm over the back of the couch and calloused fingers dangling an inch above your shoulder. the sweater you wear hangs off your arm enough to feel the throb of heat in the space between your bare skin and his.
someone speaks, and it takes a moment for you to realize it’s your voice. raw, quiet, smoke-clouded, but still you. “this is really good weed,” you laugh softly, and it feels like jisung grins in slow motion. “who grows your stash?”
jisung is close to preening, and you think maybe he would if he wasn’t weighed down by the green flowers. “i grow and sell my own shit, actually. that’s why it’s the best in the state.”
you hum, head tilting to stare at him while still resting on the back of the couch. his hand is close, you could reach out and bite into his thin wrist. the image of teeth marks on his honey skin flashes through your mind. “wow, best weed and best guitarist? your resume must be top tier.”
jisung huffs a laugh through his nose, blinking long lashes dazed and syrupy. his grin gets sharper at the edges, teasing in its tilt. “well, the resume must work. i just got a new customer, right?”
“do i at least get a discount?” you ask, batting your eyelashes as you take the little joint left from between his thumb and index finger. you bring it to your lips, unsure if you’re imagining the way his eyes track the movement.
“why would you?” he mutters, unfocused on your words, focusing instead on your mouth as it curls around the syllables. you breathe in, light and a little dizzy in the best way, then exhale slowly. the smoke wraps around jisung’s face, and he breathes it in like it’s oxygen.
“because i’m your biggest fan, duh,” you tease back. this snaps jisung out of his dream-like state, causing him to snort and cover his mouth with the back of his hand. his wrist bone is so prominent you could draw it from memory. his other hand moves down, lightly swatting at your bare shoulder, and you jump from the contact. then, he leans away all together. the stump of the joint you shared gets put out in the ashtray in front of him, and he’s still grinning when he removes his hand from his mouth.
jisung fixes you with a crooked smile, cheeks pink under his thick framed glasses, hand running through his soft hair. “anything for you, rockstar.” he whispers, like it’s a secret just for your ears. “text me and you can have whatever you want.”
somehow, you feel like jisung isn’t talking about the weed.
you don’t text jisung for four days.
you think about it every single hour- during class while you’re supposed to be working on your ceramic torso, during lunch while listening to seungmin drone on about why being a STEM major sucks ass, at your dorm when you get the little baggie with the alien on it out, tracing your nail over the silver sharpie on the back.
jisung’s number is saved in your phone now. you draft at least a dozen texts to him, but none of them seem… right.
hi jisung! it’s y/n. do you have any weed rn?
hii, it’s y/n :3 can i buy? discount included >:3
hey, it’s y/n!! do you want to hang out maybe?
stupid- everything sounds stupid and desperate and a little pitiful. you groan and whine and grow more and more irritated the longer you agonize over the texts. luckily for you, it seems your problems have been solved on day four.
hey y/n, it’s han jisung. felix gave me your number, hope you don’t mind. thought you might have lost mine lmao. you down to smoke tonight?
you stare at the text, ignoring the second notification that comes through from felix which is just a winking emoji. you stare at your screen so long you start getting tunnel vision, fingers hovering uselessly over your keyboard. you might as well just die.
you text back. one text turns into two, which turns into three, and suddenly you have plans with han jisung. at your dorm. tonight.
you call felix immediately.
“if you’re calling to thank me for setting up the loss of your virginity i will accept in the form of an ice cream cake-“
“felix!” you yelp, quickly standing up from your bed just to pace around your room. “why did i make plans with him? holy shit, he’s going to think i’m trying too hard- he probably has so many bitches! and i invited him to my dorm!”
felix’s maniacal laughter cuts through your speaker, and that’s when your brain catches up to what he initially said.
“oh my god,” you whisper, staring at your purple rug in horror. “i’m a virgin. felix, i essentially invited him over to smoke and fuck and i’m a virgin-“
it’s not like you’re a virgin on purpose. sure, the guys you’ve dated have offered, you’ve had people ask for one night stands. but none of them ever felt right; no one made you feel excited. and sure, you had made out with people, given head, whatever. but it all felt… obligatory. like maybe if you just got into it, you would be less bored. but then you got into it, and you ended it almost immediately. no one has ever made fire light up in your gut, no sparks flying up your spine, not even a single butterfly in your stomach.
han jisung makes you feel like you’re one step away from imploding.
“don’t worry,” felix tuts, bringing you out of your thoughts. “channie-hyung says jisung acts way cooler than he actually is. and besides that, being a virgin is hot.”
“felix!”
“i’m serious!” he cackles, calming down again to finish his thought. “if you tell him he’s the first person you’re letting hit it, he’s going to jizz his pants. i promise. when have i ever lied to you?”
you think back to all of the evil things your best friend has done… and even you can admit he has never lied.
you hang up.
you clean the entirety of your small, single person dorm in a frantic hour and a half. then you shower, complete with a good shave and exfoliation. you don’t want to assume jisung is thinking about getting in your pants, but it never hurts to be prepared- and if you put on lotion that makes your legs and arms look glittery when the light hits them, that’s no one else’s business. by the time you’ve fluffed your pillows and changed your matching pajama set three times, there’s a knock at your door.
han jisung is there, glasses and baggy hoodie and baggier jeans, he’s holding a half-drank cold brew in one large hand, his garfield lighter tucked between two fingers. you invite him in and he immediately grins, looking around your dorm.
“woah, the feng shui in here is crazy,” he whistles, eyeing the large bunny plush that’s taking up half your bed. he points at it with his thumb, turning back to you with raised brows. “is he smoking too? i only brought one joint.”
you laugh, ignoring the nerves in your gut when he says he brought one joint. you’re sharing again, even though you know he has more than enough bud for two. you try your best to be nonchalant, even as jisung takes a seat on your bed beside your bunny plush.
jisung pats the spot next to him, whistling to get your attention. like a dog, your ears perk up. “you gonna sit? standing while you smoke is probably kind of hard.”
you blink twice, sitting on the bed beside jisung. both of your backs are to the headboard, shoulders not touching but close to it. jisung hands you the joint, motioning for you to take the first hit this time, and your lips close around the end. instead of handing you the lighter though, jisung flicks the roller with his own thumb and holds the flame to your mouth.
there’s a brief moment where all you can see is jisung’s pretty brown doe eyes, wide and blinking behind his glasses, and the flare of orange heat. then, you inhale and smoke infiltrates your lungs. your cheeks hollow the slightest bit, and you move away to exhale out the cracked window beside you.
“thanks,” you murmur, passing the joint to the man at your side. your lips tingle as he puts the weed between his own. “i was feeling a little stressed earlier, probably needed this.”
jisung’s head tilts in your direction, smoke exhaling through his nose. “why were you stressed?”
you shrug, fighting a blush because really it was him coming over that had you stressed out. vaguely, you reply, “the only guy i usually let in my dorm is felix.”
jisung lets out a breathy laugh, and your own breath hitches. “c’mon, felix is the only one you’ve let see your bunny plush? does that make me special?”
“well, that makes you a man i can tolerate. so i guess you are kind of special, if that makes you feel better.” you tease, flicking the joint on your ceramic ashtray. you inhale again, brain a little fuzzier, and try to ignore the pink tinge of jisung’s cheeks.
the more you smoke, the more relaxed you get- meaning, the more you start yapping. it seems like jisung has the same affliction, rambling on about one thing that leads into another, and another. but when it’s your turn to speak, he listens. he doesn’t just wait for his turn to talk again, he nods along and asks you follow up questions and hangs onto your every word, eyes shifting between the way your lips move and the haze in your eyes. the attention makes you preen a little, and by the time the joint is almost finished your shoulder is touching his, bodies angled to point at each other.
“really though, my first crush was on the captain of the cheer team, senior year of high school. i’m just as surprised as you are that she wanted to hook up,” jisung chuckles, running a hand through his hair and adjusting his glasses. you giggle softly, hand running over the soft cotton of your sleep shorts just because the fabric feels nice between your fingers. the weed had fully hit you.
“alright. your turn,” jisung breaks the heady fog in your head, motioning for you to speak with a teasing, crooked grin. “virginity story now! i told you mine, it’s only fair.”
and your blood runs cold. holy shit, this is the part where everything unravels. you tell jisung you’re a virgin, and he laughs in your face and leaves, blocking your number and telling his bandmates you are an absolute loser. any reassurance felix had given you over the phone flies out the window.
jisung notices your hesitation, eyebrows furrowing slightly. he puts a hand on your bare knee, slowly, thumb running back and forth over the top of your thigh. his palm is warm. “hey- i was joking, i promise. i’m just stupid, you don’t have to tell me anything. do you like anime? we can watch-“
“no- it’s okay, really,” you mumble, blushing cheeks running hotter. his hand stays warm on your knee, radiating heat that slowly engulfs your whole body. “i just- i don’t really, like, have a story.”
jisung shrugs easily, squeezing your knee lightly. “that’s okay, too! at least you didn’t have an embarrassing experience like i did. boring sex is better than walking into her dad’s room half naked.”
you laugh slightly, shaking your head. the nerves in your stomach bubble up, ready to erupt. you have the urge to scream suddenly. “no, no. i mean like, i don’t have a story at all. like, i haven’t…”
jisung is silent for a moment, blankly staring at your face as you bite your lip and look away. the thumb on your leg has stopped its comforting circles, still like the rest of him. finally, after a too-long beat of silence, jisung deadpans.
“you’re fucking with me right now.”
“i’m not…?” you say, though it comes out as more of a question. when you look at him, jisung is blinking dumbly, mouth hanging slightly open. you shake your head and continue, trying to explain.
“i mean i’ve had the opportunity, or whatever. i just don’t really want my first time to be a bad experience, and everyone that’s offered has been kinda boring, i think. i don’t know, maybe im just too picky or something but-“
“i have a raging boner right now.”
you blink, head foggy and slow with processing. even with time to let that sink in, you still can’t wrap your head around it. jisung’s eyes are red rimmed and half lidded, lashes fluttering and cheeks turning scarlet as he realizes what he just blurted out.
“sorry- i missed something. what was that?” you ask, a little incredulous. jisung scratches the back of his neck, cocky facade gone, only the remnants of mumbled explanation and stuttered words being left behind.
“well- like, i know i probably sound like a freak, probably shouldn’t have led with the boner thing. but seriously, you’re like, jaw-dropping. mouthwatering. absolutely breathtaking, and you’re telling me i’m the first guy you’ve invited to sit in your bed and see you all high and blushing and wearing a matching set of pajamas? and i’m the first dude you’re- well, we haven’t gotten that far and i really don’t want to assume-“ jisung sucks in a quick inhale through clenched teeth, suddenly finding it hard to focus on one spot. his eyes keep flitting from your own, to your lips, to the joint pinched between your fingers, to the large hand engulfing your knee and still not moving an inch. finally, he breathes out.
“you’re just… so hot, baby.” jisung mumbles, head tilting to lean against the wall, staring at you with dilated pupils. “i can’t believe you don’t know what it’s like to be taken care of.”
the tips of your fingers tremble where they are pressed into the sheets, gripping tightly and turning your knuckles white. jisung’s speech had single-handedly made you feel more desperate than you have ever felt in your life, pussy clenching and feeling the fabric of your underwear dampen against your slit. jisung has made you a pitiful, needy mess, and he hasn’t done a single thing. you haven’t even kissed him.
you decide that needs to change- like, now. “why don’t you show me, then?” you whisper, breath hitching in tandem with jisung’s own. his hand moves, taking the stub of a joint from between your fingers. you watch as he tilts his head, paper hovering just above his lips as he wets them.
“wanna share this last hit?” he mumbles, voice smoke-heavy and raw, but also laced with a wanting that makes you shiver. you can’t find your voice, can only nod the tiniest bit as you watch the ashes of the joint spark red, jisung pulling smoke from the bud before drawing away. then, you watch as jisung tosses the butt into your ashtray and leans forward, large palm and slim fingers gripping the back of your neck under your hair.
you open your mouth to gasp, unable to get enough oxygen to your foggy brain. jisung’s eyes flit up to yours and he must find whatever answer he’s looking for, because soon after he is tilting his head and his pink lips are pressed to yours.
your parted lips part wider as jisung’s fingers gently squeeze the back of your neck. and suddenly, there’s smoke filling your mouth and a deft tongue swiping at your bottom lip in a teasing line. the smoke crawls down your throat, but you soon forget about the feeling when jisung’s tongue meets your own. jisung kisses in a way you couldn’t have imagined; it’s hot, heavy, his tongue pressing against every nook he can find as if he wants to map out the entirety of your anatomy. the kiss is a little dry at first, chapped lips and cotton tongues meeting, but it quickly becomes wet. jisung’s mouth moves against yours in messy little kisses, and when you rest your forehead against his you both pant for air.
the smoke that had been passed to you travels back up, barely there with how long it was trapped in your body. jisung grins in tandem with you, gripping your neck tighter to hold you in place while his sharp teeth nip at your lower lip.
“fuck, i want you so bad-“ he groans, lips trailing from your own, down to your cheek, down further until he can suck a purple bruise into the joint of your jaw. your eyes flutter shut, hands wrapping around his neck and nails dragging through thick hair. his hands travel lower, gripping you by the waist and dragging your top up so that his hands rest against the bare skin of your ribs.
“jisung, please. want you to fuck me,” you whimper quietly, the sound escaping without your permission, blushing and yelping a little when jisung pulls you over the sheets. he positions your body so you are lying down, hair haloed around your head, with his own body between your legs. on instinct, you squeeze them shut. jisung groans when your legs clench around his thighs, running calloused hands over soft skin to open your legs again.
“fuck, baby. stop talking or i’m gonna bust before i even touch you,” he laughs softly, hands massaging your thighs and lips pressed to your collarbone. “let me eat you out first, yeah? please?”
you nod quickly, gnawing at your lower lip hard enough to taste metal. jisung kisses down your body, wet and open mouthed and messy, leaving a chill in his wake. he pushes your shirt up until it’s just under your breasts, continuing to lick his way down until that wicked mouth is nipping at the skin above your waistband. he looks up at you then, hair mussed from your hands, cheeks flushed rose, and glasses askew on the bridge of his nose. his eyes are a little glassy now, needy and yearning for something only you can give. the thought makes your soaked cunt clench around nothing.
finally, jisung takes his lip between his teeth and slides his fingers into the top of your sleep shorts. his hands are hot, trailing fire over your legs as he pulls the fabric down, off your body all together. your legs have closed again, and jisung huffs through his nose like he finds the habit cute. his hands grab the meat of your inner thighs, spreading your legs and making room for his shoulders to rest between. you watch the sharp inhale he takes when your soaked panties are in front of him.
“all this for me?” he mumbles, unfocused on his words, laser-focused on your pink panties that have turned dark with your desperation. his hands move back to your hips, gripping tight. lightly, teasingly slow, one of his thumbs ghosts over the line of your pussy. you moan, hips kicking, but jisung’s hands keep you still. his thumb stops at your clenching hole, pushing against it through the thin, wet fabric.
“please, please- jisung, fuck me,” you whine, feeling jittery and restless from the pent up hunger in your veins. jisung’s thumb holds the same pressure he had applied to your hole, running back up your panties and stopping over your sensitive clit to rub achingly slow circles.
he blinks long lashes up at you, already panting softly. his brows are lightly furrowed, like he’s barely controlling himself, and after glancing at the mess he’s made out of you he stops teasing. he helps you kick your ruined underwear off, cursing softly when your legs part for him. he doesn’t waste any more time.
jisung uses his thumbs to spread your folds open, finally dipping down to lick a long, wet stripe over your pussy. you moan high in your throat, one hand locking onto his shoulder while the other threads through dark hair. and jisung moans right against you- as if this is exactly what he’s been waiting for.
jisung’s tongue is just as talented as his hands, slipping into your hole and fucking you, running over your soaked folds, then moving up to close his mouth around your clit and suck hard. you arch into him, head tilting back as pleasure overtakes your shaking frame, and jisung uses the opportunity to slip two long, thick fingers inside you.
“fuck!” you moan, feeling his fingers fuck you open, curling a little meanly against the spot inside you that has you seeing stars. you feel his mouth curve into a small smirk against your clit, but he doesn’t lose focus. his tongue flicks over the small, sensitive bud fast- fingers rubbing you from inside at the same pace. your body spasms, legs trying to close around jisung’s head as you feel your orgasm building deep in your gut.
you try to warn him, try to whine out a pitiful i’m close, but jisung ignores your words completely. you feel a small amount of panic, knowing you’re about to make a mess worse than you already have on his face, but when you look down at him your breath catches.
jisung’s pupils are dilated wide, almost no color left behind his hungry gaze. his eyes are still a little red, wet and layered with the same desperation you feel in your stomach. that’s what makes you snap- the thought that jisung wants this. not only does he want you to cum on his tongue, he’s practically begging for it.
you feel the band inside you break, eyes rolling back and hips rolling up to grind against jisung’s mouth and fingers. as the first wave of your orgasm crashes over you, jisung moans around your clit and makes you shake that much harder. his fingers slow down as you clench around them, and when you finally come down from your high, he pulls them out completely.
jisung’s chin is glistening with your cum when he pulls back an inch. his chest rises and falls just as fast as your does, pink tongue darting out to his soaked lips.
“you’re so fucking hot, rockstar.” he moans, voice raw and a little fried. “perfect little pussy, too. wanna keep you on my tongue forever.”
you barely have time to internalize the words before jisung’s head dips back down, wet fingers now holding your thigh so he can lick at your still-pulsing hole. you sob at the feeling, his tongue dipping back inside of you to lick at your walls, clean up the mess he made. your legs are shaking, and when you plead for mercy all you get in return is a low groan and doubled efforts.
“ji- sung, fuck-“ you moan, bordering on a scream, both hands gripping at his hoodie like your life depends on it. you hadn’t even fully came down from your orgasm, every pinpoint spike of pleasure heightened as jisung’s thumb comes back to rub at your swollen clit.
“one more, baby,” jisung pulls away to beg, glasses beginning to fog with the hot air he is panting. “one more, please. need to taste you again, want you to cum on my tongue.”
your body locks up, half panicked at the pleasure that only intensifies in your nervous system. you have never felt like this; never been able to bring yourself to more than one orgasm at a time, never had anyone else even bother trying. but jisung’s thumb is circling your clit with dizzying pressure, his tongue lapping at your messy hole with a fervor you’ve never even imagined- and fuck, you’re about to cum again. right on his tongue, just like he pleaded for.
“prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen,” jisung is mumbling, fingers dipping back into your entrance like he can’t keep them away. his tongue licks between them, around them, nose nudging your clit in a way that makes you twitch uncontrollably. and still, he’s speaking around the movement. “you’re gonna feel so good squeezing my cock, rockstar. gonna stretch you out- make you take it so well.”
jisung’s free hand travels up your body, crawling under your soft cotton shirt to grab a handful of your breast. you whimper loudly, feeling his thumb and index finger pinch your pert nipple and roll the bud between his fingers. the fingers inside you are pumping in and out instead of curling now, reminding you of the way he might fuck you- fast, hard enough to have you bouncing, precisely nailing your g-spot every time he thrusts deep. you feel a single tear slip down your cheek from the indescribable pleasure, entire body going still at the mental image. jisung moans against you again, and you are crashing into your second orgasm of the night.
your body feels electrified, every touch sending little shocks through the atoms inside you. when jisung pulls his fingers away again he lifts them up, spreading them apart and watching your cum web in the space between with a groan. you watch with half lidded eyes and fast breaths as he sucks his ring finger into his mouth, eyes rolling back and a filthy moan ringing through your ears.
“you taste so good, baby.” he whines, brows furrowed and hips stuttering into the bed. he looks up at you, sharp grin and white teeth and all. “wanna taste?”
you nod your head, half delirious, and accept the middle finger he brings to your lips with an open mouth. the digit slides against your tongue and you whimper, tongue swirling against rough callouses from his guitar. he watches your mouth, the peek of your pink tongue, and curses softly to himself. when he pulls his hand away he is immediately sitting up to take off the baggy hoodie he wears.
your shirt comes off next, raised off your shoulders and thrown on your purple rug. when you look back at jisung he is ridding himself of his jeans and briefs- your jaw might as well drop to the floor.
jisung is… fucking ripped. clearly, the baggy clothes he wears hides the defined muscles of his biceps, the lines in his abdomen from all of the hard practice in chan’s garage. he isn’t so muscular it’s off-putting; his stomach is still soft despite the clear muscle, and you can’t stop the way your nails trace the lines where his ribs rest. he has tattoos.
jisung is a little speechless now, bottom lip caught between his teeth and shivering at the ghost of scratches on his skin. he tries to tease you, make fun of you, but the words come out breathless.
“you just gonna stare at me, baby?” he asks, cheeks tinged red. he brings his middle finger, the one that had been in your mouth minutes ago, to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“or do you want me to fuck you?” jisung breathes out, one hand gripping the base of his cock. he’s long, head curved towards his stomach, and your eyes widen briefly. you’ve never taken anything that big- your fingers look tiny compared to it.
you want him so bad. even though there’s a tremble in your thighs, your pussy sensitive and dripping with a mixture of your release and jisung’s spit. you need this, need him, so bad it hurts.
“please ji, need you so bad.” you whimper, pouting your wobbly bottom lip. jisung’s thumb wipes at your cheek and you realize it’s damp with tears. jisung coos at you, shushing you and pressing his hips closer to tease your clit with the tip of his cock. he pumps himself, the movement rubbing his head back and forth against your sensitive bud. you cry harder- desperate beyond anything you have ever experienced.
“it’s okay, rockstar.” jisung is whispering, cock sliding down your slick folds to apply pressure to your hole. “i’ll give you what you need. i’m the only one who can, right?”
with that, he thrusts in. you scream.
jisung doesn’t stop the slow grind of his hips until he is fully nestled inside your wet cunt. you feel so full, so perfect, the idea that this is what you’ve been missing out on baffles you. then again, you can’t help but think it might just be jisung that you’ve been missing.
jisung, who is groaning and panting into your neck and twitching deep inside you like he is using every ounce of self control not to move. his hands are gripping your hips tight, knuckles pale, and you hope to find purple splotches in their shape tomorrow. you feel the way your pussy clenches around his cock, causing both of you to whine into each other’s skin.
“baby please, please tell me i can move,” jisung is moaning, rambling. “god, your pretty little pussy’s so tight- feels so good.”
your nails dig into jisung’s back, gripping harder when he groans and grinds his cock into your g-spot. you moan against his neck, nipping at the skin there.
“move, please-“ you whimper, and jisung does just that.
he draws his hips back, cock leaving you almost completely. then he’s thrusting forward in a filthy grind, hips meeting yours flush together. he moans, staring down at you with eyes glazed over, one hand coming up to grab your breast while the other moves down to rub his thumb over your sensitive clit again.
jisung’s thrusts pick up pace, and when you moan loudly he gets faster. now, your dual moans bounce off the walls of your dorm as his hips snap up, driving his cock to drag against your most sensitive spots over and over again.
“god- look at you,” jisung huffs, leaning down to mouth at your cheeks and lick into your mouth, wet and messy and almost possessive.
“jisung, please.” you beg, panting and feeling your cunt squeeze around his cock as he drives into you from the new angle, hitting deeper. “i need-“
you cut yourself off with a whine, unsure of what you need. all you know is you’re aching for it, desperate even though you can’t find the words. jisung kisses you once more, pulling away to pull your legs over his shoulders and slow his thrusts down to shallow little movements.
“fuck,” he whines, slack jawed and spreading your pussy open to watch the slide of his cock, thrusting deeper into you now. “i’m not gonna last, not with you milking me like this, baby.”
you feel so embarrassed being the sole recipient of his attention, eyes tracking the way your glistening pussy sucks him in. but more so you’re turned on, desperation clawing at your gut, and the match inside you is sparking to life. with each drag of jisung’s thick cock against your walls you get closer to the edge, and when he slams into you deep, groaning into your neck and grinding against that sensitive bundle of nerves, you cum with trembling fingers and a scream of his name.
jisung gasps at the feeling of your pussy clenching around his length. he shallowly pumps his hips, barely leaving your cunt at all now, and stills completely as he shudders through his own orgasm buried deep inside you.
jisung’s hips grind into you slowly, he whimpers like he can’t control the overstimulating movement. when you blink the stars from your vision and the fog in your brain away, jisung finally slows to a halt, lying his weight on your body and wrapping his arms tight around your waist.
for a moment, all you can hear is the thump of your own racing heart in your ears. slowly, jisung rolls off of you and pulls out with a drawn out groan. he stretches, back popping an obscene amount of times before tilting his head to lock eyes with you.
“how do you feel, rockstar?” he asks, voice raw and grin lazy. you huff a laugh, struggling to reboot your brain.
“sore, but in a deeply satisfied way,” you hum. jisung nods, one hand coming up to push damp hair off of your forehead.
jisung somehow keeps your feet steady as you move to the bathroom. you clean up, sighing when you realize you’ll need another shower eventually. but for now, the cool washcloth jisung runs over your aching limbs is good enough. when you’re back in bed, curled into a firm chest beneath soft blankets, jisung’s hand combing through your hair, you can’t help but smile into his chest.
“what’re you thinking about?” he asks softly, eyes half shut. you shrug lazily.
“i have a virginity story now,” you snort. the vibration from jisung’s laugh makes your head spin a little.
“you’re right,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “now you can tell everyone it was me.”
“the hot guitarist in a garage band?” you tease. jisung grins at you, sleepy and soft. his glasses are on your nightstand, and without them his eyes sparkle in the low light from the window.
“you could also call me your boyfriend,” he says, and if the light was a little brighter you have no doubt you could see a blush on his cheeks. your grin matches his, sleepy and satiated.
“my hot guitarist boyfriend,” you purse your lips, pretending to think. jisung’s hand squeezes the meat of your thigh, and butterflies erupt in your stomach.
“yeah. i like the sound of that.”
a/n: rip to my first draft that got deleted, you were so good and i’ll miss our time together dearly ):
as always, requests are open! next post will be another alien!skz introduction, bc i love those freaks ((,:
srry this took a little longer i’ve been watching boys2planet and i got pissed off bc harry june got eliminated….. don’t even play with me rn ):
Warnings: Mentions of drugs, alcohol, loss of virginity, unprotected sex.
Author's note: Hey, my beautiful people sorry about the lack of posts hit a massive writers block for a bit, heavily inspired off of @minholuvr333 plug!jsung post, go read it if you haven't. That's all I'd ad a description, but i fear it's self-explanatory. ENJOY. also if you like it pls reblog follow and comment. the lack of interaction does little to motivate.
“Shit,” you mutter to yourself, picking up napkin after napkin, trying to wipe up the thick pink milkshake off the floor in front of you, your face only turning redder as you hear the sound of his laughter echo through the halls.
“No Chan, I swear on my mother, it has been the size of my face. Jisung's voice boomed, followed by Chan's laughter.
“Last time I checked, wolf spiders were the size of a pinky, you dumbass,” Changbin retorted, glancing down at you as the three of them made their way to their class.
You couldn’t help but pause to stare at him as he glanced back at you, a look of pity crossing his face. For a moment, it looks like he hesitates before continuing with his friends. He was a fucking asshole. The three of them, but shit, something about jerks just seems to be your type.
…
“Come on, Y/n,” your best friend whined, “it’ll be fun, we can have a few drinks and smoke a bit.”
Rolling your eyes, you respond, “I’m sorry, but the last place I want to be is in some abandoned building smoking weed with random ass guys.”
Your best friend doesn’t take big for an answer, instead, she holds up her phone and flashes the embarrassing picture that she took of you 4 years ago hungover, your boobs hanging out of your dress, and a giant dick drawn on your face.
“You wouldn’t dare,” you snap, reaching for her phone, but before your fingers make contact, she holds it above her head, her other finger hovering over the send button. “Fine, I’ll go, but I won’t be happy about it.”
…
You uncomfortably shift, using your jacket to cover your exposed midriff as you carefully step into the abandoned building. In the middle, there are a few pieces of ratty furniture, a glass table, and various half-drunk bottles of booze and smoking paraphernalia lying about. You and your friend share a look. There was this energy in the air, one that could go either way, and the pit in your stomach needed to know which it would be.
“Ah, Sumi, over here.” Your head snaps to the sound of a familiar voice. It was Chan. Sumi laughs and makes her way over, grabbing your hand, forcing you along.
You watch as she sits down right next to Chan, a wide grin plastered on her face as she takes a hit of the blunt that was just dangling out of his mouth. Looking around you choose an emty couch gratefully accepting the bunt that was dangled infront of your face, you take a hit of the earthy tasting blunt it had a slightly sweat tinge to it, lavender you think to your self as you slowly exhale the smoke leaving a slight burning sensation in your chest and a foggy feeling slowly settles in your brain as the three of you pass it back and forth. Slowly, you open up and relax, all the worries you had earlier slowly drifting away along with the smoke that is scattering the rays of light in the abandoned room.
But then you hear it like music to your ears, the familiar voice that always makes your heart stop, and the laughter that causes a grin to spread over your cheeks. Slowly, you turn your head to see Changbin and Jisung making their way over to where the three of you sat. Your face turned a bright shade of red as Changbin sat next to you, tossing a bag of weed on the table.
“I told you I had at least a lb ready,” He chucked, shooting a look at Chan, not even acknowledging your existence. “Next time, don't make bets you can’t keep.”
Your eyes flick between the two as Chan pulls a wad of cash out of his wallet, a grotesque bruise covering his knuckles, and tosses it to the eger boy sitting next to you. You go to say something, but no words come out of your mouth was too dry, either from the weed or the fact that your long term crush was sitting next to you, still ignoring you like you were worth not even a moment of his time. Just as you started to get up, Jisung pulled a blunt out of his pocket and lit it. He slowly exhaled a puff of thick white smoke. You watch as its curling pattern does its delicate dance through the air in the golden rays of the sun. It was one of your favorite sights.
Just as the brown haired boy went to pass it to you, a look of recognition crossed over his face. “Oh shit, you’re smoothie girl, I'm so sorry for not helping you earlier, there was this giant-”
“It was the size of my pinky, don't let him fool you,” Chanbin interrupted
Jisung rolled his glassy eyes and fixed his glasses before continuing, “Humongous spider in my dorm, and I'm pretty sure it was planning on murdering me if someone didn't kill it right then. Im jisung by the way”
You gave him a slight smile before accepting the joint. “Y/n, it's nice to meet you, and it’s ok, I also would have done the same if a spider was plotting my demise.”
“Don’t let him fool you, I’m Changbin by the way,” Changbin grinned next to you, mindlessly placing his hand on your knee as he reached for a bottle of liquor sitting on the table waiting for someone to crack it open, causing a shiver to run down your spine. “Nice to finally meet you.”
A nervous giggle escaped your lips along with the smoke you had been holding in for the last 15 seconds, as you had forgotten how to breathe. You jump when you hear your friend let out a snort.
“Y/n!” She pointed her voice slightly slurred he cheeks a nice shade of pink. “Your ears are red.”
Your hands instantly reach up, covering your face as you lean forward, burying yourself, praying that you will slowly slip away, melting into this dingy ass couch away from the grungy building you were currently situated in. Instead of the ridicule you were expecting to hear, you feel a firm hand pat your back, causing the blush to deepen. This was mortifying.
“You good?” Changbin’s voice spoke up, letting out a slight cough as he held the joint right under your face, the smoke causing your eyes to burn.
Slowly, you let your body relax back into the couch. Your eyes flick down to his lip, watching the silky ribbons of smoke dance through the air as they leave his mouth. Glancing back up, you noticed his gaze never leaving yours.
“Hi,” You whisper, a giggle floating out with it.
“You wanna?” His eyes flick to the exit, glancing around the room, you notice your friend buried in conversation with Chan, borderline climbing all over him. Jisung was on the phone, facetiming someone, the name you couldn't quite catch, but based on his smile, you assumed it was someone he was desperately in love with.
Grinning, you nod your head, standing up as you do, your waist is exposed to the cool air, your thin jacket doing nothing against its unforgiving bite as it wiggles its way under your skin, surrounding your bones. Right before you both step outside, he pulls a black hoodie out of his bag, handing it to you. As you pull it on, your nose is filled with the scent of laundry soap and the earthy smell of weed. The two of you walk in silence. Occasionally, you steal glances at him. You want to say something, but once again your nerves get the better of you, so you choose silence.
“So, what’s your deal?” Changbin finally spoke up, breaking apart the silence that sat between the two of you. “You scared of me or something?”
Shaking your head, a little laugh comes out of your mouth, “No, I just, I've never really been alone with a guy before, I went to an all girls school, then between class and dance practice, I don't really get out much.”
A slight cough came out of his mouth, “You’ve never been with a guy before?”
You cock your head, turning to look at his face. This time it was his turn to turn a bright shade of red. “Well, no, I mean I've had offers, but I just didn’t want to rush something, you know?”
Instead of responding, he just nodded his head, opening and closing his mouth a couple of times before pinching his lips shut again, resuming your silence, but this time there was this energy behind it, almost electric. As you reach your dorm, he hands you his phone.
“Just if you ever need anything to smoke, hit me up,” Changbin smiled
You take the phone and type your number in, “Sure, thanks, by the way, for walking me back to my dorm.”
Right as you were about to enter the building, you turn around, “Wait, your sweatshirt.” You yell
“Keep it, you can give it back next time, besides, it looks better on you anyway,” Chanin yelled back with a wink, causing your face to burn up again.
That night, as you lay in your bed, you ran over the events of the day, kicking yourself for not inviting him in. As soon as the sound of your best friend fumbling to open the door rang through the apartment, you pretended to be asleep to avoid her investable play by play of what she and Chan got up to.
…
Slowly, your thumbs hovered over your phone's keyboard as you debated responding to Changbin's text.
Hey Party tn @ The Lake starts at 9.
It was probably a pity invite, not knowing what to say, you turn to your friend who's hunched over her laptop, gnawing on her vape. “Hey, did Chan text you?”
“What?” Her eyes grew wide as she read a message sitting on her phone, bolting out of her bed, she started rummaging through your closet.
“Get out of my shit, you have your own clothes,” You mutter, flopping back on your bed, not needing an answer. Clearly, she was invited, too.
“Get up, Chan said there's a party at the Lake.” She grinned, flopping ext to you your tight black dress with the off-the-shoulder sleeves in her hands “Changbin’s going to be there.”
Instead of responding, you show her your phone unexpectedly, and she takes it out of your hand and types a quick response for you. Your hand shoots out, but she just ducks, dodging your hand. Begrudgingly, you slide out of the bed, throwing on the dress, you debate grabbing Changbin's hoodie that sat crumpled on the floor next to the pants you had just discarded, but for some reason, you decide against it, maybe it'll give you another excuse to see him after tonight. The walk to the party was filled with your friend's usual chatter as your mind wandered to all the ways this party could end, ways that you knew you should not be thinking about with the man you had just finally grown the balls to speak to.
You didn't need the address to the small house that sat at the end of Lake St there were hundreds of people in the yard spilling in and out of every door. The music was loud, and you could feel the bass 15 feet up the road. Your hands are sweating, and your mouth getting drier with every step closer you get to the entrance. Odds were he wouldn't even notice you with all the people who were moving around. Pushing past everyone, you kept your head down and found a semi-calm spot in the kitchen, grabbing a beer, you slowly started sipping on it, then another and another, letting its calming effects wash over you. A part of you wished you could be different as you watched your friend walk around the kitchen effortlessly, making friends with whoever her eyes landed on.
Just as you were about to leave, a familiar voice sounds out from next to you, “Almost thought you bailed on me.”
A smile dances on your lips as you turn to see Changbin's muscular figure leaning against the counter next to you. “No, jus watching.”
Changbin smirks, giving you a look as he hears the way your words slur together, “I see you’ve been drinking. You up for a smoke, or are you chilling where you're at?”
“Let's go smoke,” you borderline yell in his ear over the sound of the booming music.
He lets out a slight chuckle as he holds his hand out, which you gratefully accept, letting him pull you through the house all the way to a set of stairs crossed off by caution tape. He holds his finger up to his lips as he lifts it up, allowing you both to duck underneath the yellow tape, giving you access to the hall that leads to the boys' rooms. Slowly, he pulls you into a small room, a double sized bed in one corner, a desk with production equipment on it in the other, papers with illegible handwriting scattered across the floor surrounding it.
Grinning, he sits on his bed pulling out his rolling tray, patting the spot next to him, “Come sit, nothing weird, I promise.”
Slowly, you cross the room, your hands becoming pools of sweat as you slowly crawl into the spot next to him. Your eyes don't leave his hands as he delicately rolls the blunt. The pit gnawing at your stomach, growing warmer as you watch the tip of his tongue glide across the wrapper, sealing it around the weed, such a mundane task, setting something in you ablaze in a way you had never felt before. Changbin holds the blunt up to your lips, which you accept, your cheeks turning red as his tongue pokes out the corner of his mouth as he struggles to ignite the lighter, but as soon as it does, you take a deep inhale, allowing the burning sensation of the smoke to fill your lungs.
“Thank you,” You cough out, letting the calming feeling mix with the fuzzy feeling of the alcohol, allowing your body to fully relax for once. “So what's with all the stuff on your desk?”
Changbin blows out a puff of smoke an excited grin crosses his cheeks as he talks about producing and the bandhem and his friends are making, he asks about your dancing and listens intentionally when you share, never interrupting or changing the topic to focus on him.
“So we’re you serious about what you said the other day?” He asked, his eyes slightly glossy and red, “about never having been alone with a guy before?”
You nod your head, adjusting your body so you're fully facing him, your knee pressing into his thigh, sending an electric current through your spine. “I mean, yeah, like I said, life is busy, and I just haven’t met anyone I’d want to.”
Letting out a chuckle, he leaned forward, his gaze never leaving yours. The air was thick with smoke and an indescribable feeling.
“MayIi” He whispered, inhaling the last of the blunt.
Your heart was too high in your throat to respond, so you just nodded your head. His lips press into yours softly at first, but it quickly grew hungrier, the hit he had taken passed back and forth between your mouths. Grabbing your hips, he pulled you on top of his lap. His hands roamed your body over your tight dress, tracing the curve of your waist down to your hips, which you couldn't stop rolling against his. Changbin pulled his lips away from yours as if to ask for permission before continuing.
“Are you ok?” He asked his a voice low with concern, “Because I can stop if you're not ready, y/n, I need to hear it with words, I don't want you to do something you're not ready for yet.”
You nod your head, a small “I'm ok” escapes your lips as you reach for the hem of his shirt. He pulls away, helping you remove it from his chest, your fingers trailing his muscles, your eyes growing wide as you drink in every inch of him that you can see. Slowly, he picks you up and places you on the bed. You help him remove your dress, leaving you in your matching set of black lace panties and bra, a groan escaping his lips as he drinks in every inch of you, his eyes hungry. You can't help but pull your legs close to your chest, slightly embarrassed by someone seeing you in such a vulnerable position.
Changbin's hands pull your legs back down as he leans over you, placing slow, gentle kisses on your jaw. Slowly,y he moves down until he reaches your breast. His hand reaches around and unclaps it carefully, and he pulls it off your body. His lips wrapped around one of your nipples, the feeling causing you to jolt and a gasp to escape your lips, his hand rolling your other nipple between his fingers and thumb until both of them were standing at tall peaks.
Glancing back up at you again, his eyes hungry and pupils blown, “I just want to make sure, y/n, I don't want you to make a choice you could regret.”
“Please,” Your voice comes out as a wine. “Don't stop.”
With that response, he nods his head and continues moving down, placing kisses and bites that he soothes with his tongue. You try to press your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure that has slowly been building up, but his body is in the way. As soon as his head was between your legs, he placed a small kiss over your clothed pubic bone before taking a cautious lick of your closed sex. You let out a moan at the strange new sensation, and his hands reached under your hips to guide the panties off. He watched as your sticky underwear pulled away from your swollen lips.
“All this for me?” he ground, taking in the messy sight. “I've barely even touched you.”
Before you could say anything, his head was buried between your legs again, and he ate like a starved man; there was nothing gentle about it. Your back instantly arching off the mattress, strangled moans and loud gasps escaping your lips has his tongue alternated between attacking your clit and lapping up your juices, his fingers digging into your hips as he held you in place, not allowing you to wiggle away from him. He mumbled something akin to so good as he moved one of his hands down nd slowly slid a finger in your clenched hole, causing you to let out a loud gasp, slowly curling it in the spot that makes you see stars. You felt a familiar sensation build in your stomach like a rubber band.
“Chanbin,” You moan, “Please.”
With that he slides another finger in and moves his hand faster his lips wrapping around your clit sucking it and flicking it with his tongue, your fingers grip his bead sheets your knuckles going white as you try to hold on but the coordinated attack pushes you over the edge you say his name over and over like a prayer as he works you through your orgasm. Changbin pulls his head away, his mouth and chin slick and shiny with your fluids covering him before you have a chance to turn away out of embarrassment. His mouth is pressed into yours.
You taste yourself mixed with his saliva, he moans into your lips as he presses his hard cock, still clothed in his grey sweats, against you, causing you to wine at the friction. Your hand reaches down, slipping underneath the waistband of his pants. You feel his hard erection, shocked at the thickness. Carefully, you test the waters by squeezing it, making his hips buck forward in your grasp. A rough moan falls out of his hips as his eyes roll back at the sudden pressure. Your hand slowly moves up and down, you run your thumb over his slit that is already dripping with pre cum.
“Shit, if you keep doing that, I'll come in my pants,” he groaned, pulling your hand away.
Slowly, he slid his pants downfreeing his cock, its head red and angry. Your eyes grew wide seeing it face to face for the first time. You watch as he lines it up, his eyes meeting yours, you give a little nod, giving him the permission he needed before slowly sliding it in. You instantly clench around him, letting out a moan that sounds more like a scream as you feel like you are being split in half in all the best ways possible. He refused to move, afraid he might hurt you.
“Please, Changbin,” You groan into his neck, “I need you to move.”
Carefully, he pulled himself out about halfway before sliding back in slowly at first, but as soon as he heard his name slip out, something in him snapped. He set a brutal pace, his thumb traced figure 8s over your clit.. Your eyes rolled back as you bit into his shoulder so hard you tasted blood. A strangled moan escapes his lips at the harsh contact.
“You're doing so good for me, y/n,” he groans, as his thrusts grow sloppier as you squeeze around him. “Come with me.”
At that, you feel yourself come undone around him, a scream escapes your mouth as your vision goes white from pleasure, which only intensified as you feel the warm, thick ropes of semen coat your walls. Changbin held you there for a few minutes, his body pressing into yours, both of your chests heaving as you try to catch your breath.
“I'm going to pull out now, ok?” Changbin gently whispers in your ear, “You did so well for me.”
You let out a slight hiss as he slowly removes himself from you. You watch as he sits up and pulls his sweats back up.
“Stay here,” He whispers, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before leaving and returning with a damp washcloth, some chocolate, and a bottle of water.
Carefully, he cleans you up, whispering praises every time you flinch away from the warmth that radiates from between your thighs. He slid a pair of his sweats over your shaky legs and helped you put one of his sweatshirts on. Changbin held the water up to your lips patiently waiting for you to take a few sips before unwrapping the candy in his hand.
“Thank you,” You mutter, voice still sore as you chew on the slightly bitter chocolate, letting it melt on your tongue.
When he was finally satisfied that you were ok, he pulled you into his chest and ran his fingers through your hair. “I should be thanking you if anything.”
You let out a soft sigh, content and relaxed for the first time in your life, and all the problems of the world melted away while you rested in his arms.
Changbin cleared his throat. “Would you want to come with me to our first show on Friday?”
“I would love to watch you prefore changbin what are friends for?”
Glancing up, you see his brow furrow and his eyes land on yours. “I was thinking as my girlfriend, but I mean if that's what you want-”
You cut him off with a kiss, grinning into his lips. It was a dream come true, your heart was soaring as he held you, a lazy conversation flowing between the two of you like you had known each other your entire lives. At some point, you drifted off in his arms, not a care in the world running through your mind.
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