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hanpop written by han jisung

[starlostjisung]

you got me feeling star lost

baby, we’re the new romantics

the best people in life are free

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[starlostjisung]

well, that got out of hand

pairing: han x reader

genre: friends to lovers; smut

wc: 6.1k

warnings: unprotected sex; pussy drunk han; dry humping; fingering; handjob; oral sex (f!receiving); begging; overstimulation; cum play; squirting; voyeurism; exhibitionism

summary: tuition is really expensive, so expensive that when your friends joke about you and han doing a livestream together to get money, you actually consider doing it. it’s just one livestream with your best friend so you both can get some cash, a stupid idea that might become the best one you’ve ever had

live: unfiltered series

the café near the campus is always crowded after the afternoon classes. students occupy almost every table, their laptops open beside their half-finished coffees and all of the conversations blending into one constant hum. 

han sits next to you, lazily stirring the whipped cream into his coffee even though it’s already completely mixed. felix sits in front of you, his bag already abandoned on the floor, while hyunjin sits next to him, stretching in his chair like he has absolutely nowhere else to be. 

“so”, felix says, “are we officially dead?”

hyunjin laughs, “i’ve been dead since the year started”

“you’re so dramatic”, han says.

hyunjin points at him, “says you!”

han raises an eyebrow, “i’m not dramatic”

you shake your head with a laugh, “jisung… you are just as dramatic as hyunjin”

he gasps and felix grins shamelessly.

“i can’t believe you two”, han says as he looks at you then at felix, shaking his head before he takes a sip of his drink, “you two are awful friends”

“no, we’re amazing friends”, felix corrects him. 

you laugh again and then start talking about your classes and your professors and the impossible amount of reading that each of them somehow believes is reasonable - it’s not, you all stand by that.

“i have an exam next monday, a presentation the day after, then another exam the following day, and two reports due before friday”, hyunjin says as he sighs and places a hand over his chest.

you blink, “how are those all in the same week?”

he shakes his head, “i don’t know. i’m honestly thinking about jumping off of very tall somethings”

“did your professors plan it together?”, felix asks him.

“i think they formed a secret committee", hyunjin says.

han chuckles, “the committee against student happiness and free time”

“exactly”, hyunjin says before he sighs and then raises his coffee, “to surviving another semester”

you all laugh and lift your cups.

“to surviving”

you clink them together and then continue talking, or maybe complaining is a more appropriate word for what you are doing there. as hyunjin and felix are talking about the exam felix took the other day, han sighs and then leans back in his chair.

“our shift tomorrow starts at seven”, he tells you.

you groan, “please don’t remind me”

felix hears you talking and then winces, “oh, are you two opening again?”

you and han work together in the café and even though today it’s your day off - which is something that happens once in a while - you work there most of the days, your shifts always together.

“yeah”, you say as you lean back in your chair like han did.

“didn’t you close last night?”, hyunjin asks.

“we did, yeah”, han says, nodding his head.

“and you have to open tomorrow? that’s evil”, hyunjin says.

“it pays”, you say with a shrug.

“barely”, han mutters.

you sigh and take another sip of your drink.

“everything okay?”, felix says as he looks between you.

han gives a small shrug, “yeah”

“you sure?”, hyunjin asks this time.

han exhales through his nose, “yeah, it’s just… tuition”

you lower your eyes to your coffee, “my payment deadline is next month”

“mine too”, han says.

felix frowns, “i thought your jobs at the café were helping”

“they help”, you say, “they just don’t help enough”

han rubs the back of his neck, “there’s so much stuff going on that comes before that, like groceries, our books… and by the time everything’s paid, well… there isn’t much left”

hyunjin’s face softens, feeling a bit sorry for you both, “i didn’t realise it was that bad”

“we didn’t really tell anyone”, you say.

“it’s embarrassing”, han says.

“it shouldn’t be”, felix says immediately, “a lot of students struggle with tuition”

“i know but it just feels…”, you say as you try to find the correct word, “frustrating”

han lets out a quiet laugh without any humour in it, “we keep picking up extra shifts, but then we miss study time and if we study less, our grades suffer”

felix sighs, “it’s a never ending cycle”

you both hum, none of you disagreeing because that’s what is currently happening. 

“there has to be something”, hyunjin says as he taps his fingers against his coffee cup.

“we’ve tried everything: scholarships, financial aid, selling old books or stuff… but nothing”, han says.

“maybe another job?”, felix asks.

you smile weakly, “i don’t think there’s enough time in the day. we already work here almost every day”

“including weekends”, han adds.

hyunjin watches the two of you for another second before he speaks again, “what about making money online?”

han looks at him, “online?”

“yeah”

han snorts, “you overestimate how interesting we are”

“no, what i’m trying to say is…”, hyunjin says, “there is one type of livestream that makes people a lot of money”

“what do you mean?”, you ask him, feeling a bit lost. 

hyunjin scratches the back of his neck, suddenly looking amused by his own suggestion.

“you know…”, he says as he gestures vaguely with both hands, “that type of livestream”

you and han exchange equally confused looks and then felix, unlike hyunjin, doesn’t dance around the subject. 

“have sex on camera”, he says it plainly. 

you stare at hyunjin then at felix, convinced for a second that you misheard him, “... what?”

han blinks and his mouth opens slightly before closing again, “you can’t be serious”, he finally says.

hyunjin shrugs, “i’m serious”

you feel heat immediately rush to your face, “so you’re saying…”, you begin before your own sentence trails off.

hyunjin winces a little and then raises his hands a bit as to defend himself, “i mean- it was just an idea”

“an idea? you call that an idea?”, han repeats, his voice climbing an octave.

“you said you need money”, felix says.

“yeah, but we didn’t ask how to destroy our dignity”, han says as he moves his hands around.

“i didn’t say you had to actually do it, it was just an idea”, hyunjin says slowly, trying to calm you both down.

han lets out an incredulous laugh, “i can’t believe we’re even having this conversation”

you risk a glance at him and unfortunately, he looks at you at exactly the same moment. your eyes meet for less than a second and then, you both look away again, an awkward silence settling over you.

hyunjin raises his hands again, “hey, it was only an idea, okay?”

“we’re not forcing you to do it”, felix continues.

“i just threw it out there because people really do make good money”, hyunjin says. 

“yeah, and it isn’t always…”, felix speaks again, searching for the right words, “just, you know, people having sex on camera”

han slowly looks up, “what do you mean?”

“i mean that there are different kinds of livestreams”, felix continues, “sometimes people just… kiss and make out, others touch each other a little, and yeah, others have sex. there are viewers for all of it, you don’t necessarily have to go all the way on camera if you don’t want to”

han sits perfectly still beside you and you don’t need to look at him to know he’s just as uncomfortable as you are. not because of what hyunjin and felix are saying, but because your brain immediately pictures the impossible scenario: you and han, together, having sex while strangers watch you. 

you squeeze your eyes shut for the briefest moment before forcing the image away.

“that’s insane”, han says, but you can tell his voice lacks the certainty it had a minute ago.

felix doesn’t argue, “i’m not saying it isn’t, i’m just saying people do it”

you keep staring at your drink as han looks at felix and hyunjin, none of you daring to look at each other.

hyunjin looks at you before he speaks again, “you don’t have to decide anything right now, we’re not trying to pressure you”, he says, as felix nods his head, “it was just something that came to mind. just think about it and if you hate the idea that much, then that’s the end of it”

neither han nor you respond, you simply sit there, your eyes fixed anywhere except on each other, while the conversation dies away and the thought lingers far longer than either of you wants to admit.

that night, you’re lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling as you think about what hyunjin and felix said before. you think how ridiculous and embarrassing it would be, but your brain keeps working against you - tuition, bills, groceries and everything else, the numbers line up in your head without even trying.

every paycheck from the café disappears almost as soon as it arrives, every month is another balancing act. you’re exhausted, because no matter what you do, it’s still not enough.

what if you actually did it?

the thought slips in before you can stop it. you think again about how embarrassing it would be but you also know that if you ever did something like that, there is only one person you could imagine yourself doing it with. 

han.

simply because he’s just han, your best friend. if you ever had to make yourself that vulnerable, you know you’d feel safer with him than with anyone else.

you roll onto your side, hugging your pillow against your chest. you wonder if you brought it up this time, if he would even consider it, or if he would think poorly of you or look at you any different. he has been one of the closest people in your life for years and the last thing you want is to make things awkward between you over something like this.

maybe you should forget it, pretend that conversation never happened and find another solution somehow, even if you have absolutely no idea what that solution could be. you turn in your bed again and then, your phone buzzes on the bedside table. you reach over and pick it up, seeing the screen light up with a new text from han. you stare at his name for a bit and then open his text.

han: should we talk about it?

breathe in, breathe out, and then repeat, again and again. 

that’s what you tell yourself as you sit in your bed wearing only your light pink lingerie as han sits beside you in only his black boxers, none of you daring to look at each other yet.

a couple of nights ago, just after han had texted you, you told him to come over to your dorm, the conversation far too important to have it over text. as soon as he arrived and you sat together, the conversation started awkwardly, painfully awkwardly, but both of you knew what was coming: both of you knew you had to do the livestream, part of you knew it was because you needed the money and another part was because deep down you knew that  even though you had acted strongly against it at the beginning, it was the opposite now. 

you both wanted to do it, but still, it was a bit awkward and strange. well, very awkward and strange.

you spent hours trying to think of how to do it, talking about trust and boundaries, about what you would do if either of you were uncomfortable during the livestream, how to stop if one of you changed your mind.

“if either of us says we’re done”, you had said, “then we’re done”

“yeah, i agree”, han said as he nodded his head.

you had said that you would only do it once, that you would hopefully get the money you needed and that’s it, you’re done. then you both said that you weren’t going to tell anyone you were doing this, not even hyunjin and felix, and that you would never talk about this again, han had shaken his head strongly at that. 

“so… are we actually doing this?”, he asked you once you had discussed everything.

you looked at him, and then nodded your head, “yeah, i guess we are”

that was then, and now, it’s the moment of truth. 

your phone is right in front of you, the web ready and the only thing you need to do is press the button and the livestream will finally start, just one tap and everything will change. you look at han from the corner of your eye, his curly hair and his glasses doing nothing to hide how nervous he is right now. you’re nervous too, of course, but seeing him like that, next to you… you can’t deny that the sight is going straight to your core, making you press your thighs together, and you hope he doesn’t realise what you’re doing. 

“you can still back out”, you hear him say suddenly.

you turn to look at him properly and you find him already looking at you.

“so can you”, you tell him.

“i know”

for another long moment, neither of you moves as you sit there, trying to convince yourselves that the decision you’ve made is one you can follow through on and hoping that once it’s over, it won’t make things awkward between you. 

breathe in, breathe out.

the words loop in your head like a mantra, but they do nothing to calm the nervous flutter in your stomach or the slick warmth already gathering in your panties. after another pause, you speak again, your voice low but steady.

“jisung… are you ready?”

han swallows hard, his eyes flicking to yours again, wide behind his glasses. he nods his head once, then again, more firmly this time.

“yeah, i think so”

your fingers tremble as you reach for your phone and then, you press the live button. the counter starts with no viewers and then climbs almost instantly, people already entering the stream and the messages start before you can even wave to the camera. 

you lift your hand and smile, trying to look confident even though your pulse is hammering and your hand is shaking.

“hey everyone… hi”

han leans forwards slightly and gives a small and awkward bow. you reach out without thinking, your palm landing on his shoulder to stop him mid-motion. he freezes, his eyes widening, clearly worried he’s already messed up. 

princessonline: omg first-timers??

cumslut: you two look so cute together 

you laugh, the sound a little shaky, and then you rub your arm, “yeah… it’s our first time doing… this”, you say as you feel your cheeks burning.

han clears his throat, his voice cracking as he speaks, “we’re… uh… we’re doing this because we need money for university and-”

your hand shoots out again, your fingers wrapping around his wrist.

“jisung! you don’t have to say that”, you whisper sharply, your eyes wide.

he stares at you, his cheeks flushing deep red, his glasses slipping down his nose. the chat goes wild.

midnightwolf: this is gonna be fun 

edgequeen: protect them at all costs

the donations start coming in and the numbers climb on screen. you breathe in and out again and then turn towards han, your knees brushing his as he turns to look at you at the same time. your faces are inches apart now and neither of you knows exactly how to start. your hands hover uselessly in the space between you and then you both lean in for a kiss, but you tilt in the same direction and bump foreheads instead. a nervous laugh escapes you and then you try again, the opposite side this time, and your noses brush awkwardly.

he lifts his hand, a bit hesitant, then he moves it towards your breast, over the pink lace. his palm is warm and you feel his fingers trembling, the contact sending a jolt straight between your legs. 

“oh, for fuck’s sake”, you mutter under your breath and then, you slide your hand up to the back of his neck, your fingers threading into his curly hair and then you pull him in.

this time your mouths meet properly, soft at first and then firmer, your lips parting. his glasses bump your cheek and you feel him exhale shakily against your mouth. the kiss deepens, your tongues brushing together and then your other hand moves to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. 

the comments keep coming but they fade into background noise as han’s thumb brushes over your nipple through the thin fabric, drawing a soft sound from your throat. the nervousness is still there, but it’s mixing with something hotter now, something that makes you press closer to him, your thighs parting slightly on the bed.

han’s mouth moves against yours with growing hunger, his tongue sliding in to taste you while his hand stays cupped over your breast. your fingers stay tangled in his curls, tugging every time a spark shoots down your spine.

dirtypup: holy shit they’re actually going for it

artprince69: first time my ass look at them

you moan into his mouth when his other hand finds your waist, pulling you closer to him. without breaking the kiss you move forward, swinging one leg over his lap so you’re straddling him, your knees on either side of his hips. the moment your body settles on top of him, you break the kiss to look at him, his eyes flying wide behind his glasses, his pupils blown, and his lips parted as he stares up at you like he’s forgotten how to breathe. you can see it in his face, he’s completely lost in you and in the feel of your body pressing down on his cock. 

you lean in again, capturing his mouth with more urgency this time. your hips roll experimentally, grinding your soaked panties against his cock which makes him groan against your lips. you keep moving, your cunt sliding along his cock through your underwear and every roll of your hips makes his cock throb harder beneath you.

strongspear: she’s riding him already fuck

maknaeontop: look how wet she is 

frustration and desire mix in your chest. you stop the kiss again and then reach up, yank his glasses off his face and toss them somewhere behind you without caring where they land or even if they break. the second they’re gone, you crash your mouth back onto his, kissing him messily and nipping at his lower lip. his hands move to grip your hips now, guiding your movements as you grind down harder, his cock pressing right against your entrance. 

you can feel how soaked you’re getting, the fabric between you turning slippery, and his boxers are damp too. the pre-cum already leaking through and mixing with your arousal.

he suddenly flips you both, surprising you as his arms lift and turn you until your back hits the mattress and he’s hovering over you, lying between your legs. his curly hair falls forward, brushing your forehead as he looks down at you, breathing hard. his hands slide up your ribs, his fingers hooking under the thin straps of your bra and then he tugs them down slowly, freeing your breasts. cool air hits your nipples before his warm mouth closes over one of them, sucking gently as his tongue flicks it. you arch into him with a soft cry, your hands moving behind your back to unhook your bra and take it off, before you move your hands to the back of his head to hold him there. 

he moves to the other nipple, sucking and biting while one of his hands trails down your stomach. his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear and he drags them down your thighs, peeling the soaked fabric away until you’re completely naked. he tosses them aside as his eyes stay locked on your glistening cunt, he’s completely drunk on the sight of you spread open under him.

he lowers himself between your thighs, his shoulders pushing your legs open wider. his hot breath ghosts over your folds for a second before his tongue drags a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. 

“j-jisung!”, you say, a broken moan tearing from your throat at the contact.

he does it again, firmer this time, then he closes his lips around your clit and sucks. two of his fingers slide into your dripping cunt at the same time, curling inside you as he tries to find that spot inside you.

aussielord: eating her out already fuck 

user69: she’s so wet it’s dripping down his chin

leethighs: i wish it was my mouth on her

his fingers move inside you while his tongue works tight circles around your clit, your juices coating his fingers and mouth and the sheets beneath you. your thighs tremble on either side of his head and you reach down blindly, your fingers threading back into his curls, holding him exactly where you need him as the pressure builds fast between your legs. 

han moans against your cunt like he’s the one being pleasured, his other hand keeping you spread as he devours you. you can only focus on his mouth on you, on his fingers inside you and the way he looks up at you every few seconds with those dark and desperate eyes, like he could stay between your legs forever if you let him. 

his tongue presses against your clit while his fingers curl deep inside you and your hips jerk up against his mouth. he moans low and needy against your cunt, the vibration shooting straight through your body and when his lips suck your clit hard and his fingers move faster, your orgasm crashes through you, your back arching off the bed. 

“f-fuck, jisung”, you scream, your body shaking as his tongue and fingers keep moving, not letting you rest.

your walls clench around his fingers, your cunt pulsing as you keep coming with a broken scream, your voice cracking on his name as you say it again and again, because it’s the only word you seem to know now. he groans against you like he’s the one coming, his tongue and fingers still moving, not stopping until you’re twitching from overstimulation.

you’re still panting hard when you tug his curls, pulling him up your body as he crawls over you, his mouth shiny with your juices, and you drag him into a messy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. as you kiss, you feel him humping against your thigh now, his cock completely hard and leaking through his boxers, leaving a wet streak on your skin with every desperate move.

your hand slips between your bodies, hooking into his boxers and yanking them down. his cock springs free, thick and hard, the veins standing out along the shaft and the head leaking more pre-cum than you had thought it was possible. you wrap your fingers around it and move your hand, making him shudder above you, his hips jerking into your fist.

you keep kissing as you move your hand, but when you try to push him so he can lie on the bed and you can take him in your mouth, he stops your movements, his eyes wide and pleading.

“please, y/n”, he breathes against your lips, his voice hoarse, “don’t. i… i need you. just… keep kissing me. please”

you can’t say no to him and those eyes. 

you pull him back into another kiss while your hand keeps moving around his cock. your movements grow faster, your thumb swiping over the tip. he moans into your mouth, his hips thrusting into your hand and his tongue sliding against yours like he can’t get enough.

dirtypup: holy shit i wish it was my cock

midnightwolf: stroking my cock so hard right now

cumslut: look at that dick omg

artprince69: he’s gonna paint her body with his cum fuck

“like that… yeah. p-please”, he breaks the kiss just enough to speak, his lips brushing yours with every word.

he kisses you again, his tongue moving desperately against yours now. his cock throbs in your hand and before you realise what’s happening, he comes hard, his cum shooting across your stomach, streaking your thighs and splattering your breasts. he keeps kissing you through it, moaning into your mouth while his hips jerk and his release paints your skin, warm and sticky, but he refuses to pull away from you - not that you really want him to - as his lips stay locked on yours like he needs the contact more than air. 

the kiss turns wet and desperate, neither of you willing to pull away to even breathe. when you finally break it, a thin string of spit stretches between you before snapping. you hold his gaze, his pupils blown wide as he looks at you, and then, you drag two fingers through his cum on your body and then you lift them to your mouth without looking away from him.

han’s breath catches hard, his eyes following every movement as you push your fingers between your lips and suck them clean, your tongue swirling around his cum. a broken whimper slips out of him, high and needy.

“fuck… fuck, y/n”, he gasps, his voice cracking.

leethighs: he’s literally shaking

artprince69: that was so hot fuck

maknaeontop: she can lick my cum too

cumslut: look at his face he’s gone 

han’s cock twitches against your thigh, already hard again. he moans louder, his hips jerking forward, and he crashes back into your mouth like he can’t survive without it now that he’s had a taste. the kiss turns frantic as his whimpers vibrate straight into you. he sounds completely wrecked, little broken sounds spilling between every slide of lips. 

you feel him moving, one of his hands moving between your bodies until the tip of his cock drags through your folds. the blunt pressure against your entrance makes you gasp into the kiss and your thighs spread wider on instinct.

“please”, you whisper against his mouth, your voice showing how desperate you are, “jisung, fuck me. i need you inside me right now”

he whines, as he presses his forehead to yours, and then pushes forward, stretching you open until he sinks all the way in with one slow and trembling thrust. your walls clench around him and you both moan loud enough for all your viewers to hear.

edgequeen: fuck they are so hot

princessonline: i wanna be her so bad

han starts moving, his hips rolling deep and steady at first and then faster as his need overtakes him. every thrust punches a moan out of you that he swallows greedily, kissing you like he’s starving. your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper and closer to you, and he answers with harder snaps of his hips against yours.

“god, you feel so good”, he pants between kisses, “so tight- f-fuck, i can’t stop”

“don’t stop”, you beg him, your voice shaking, “harder- please, ji… jisung, fuck me harder”

he obeys you, pounding into you now. his mouth never leaves yours for more than a second, desperate to keep tasting you while his cock moves in and out of you. you clench around him every time he bottoms out and he whimpers each time, the sound almost pained with how good it feels.

you know people are still commenting and sending money, but neither of you can focus on anything else other than the way your bodies slam together and the endless and messy kisses you share. your hands claw at his back, his curls, anything to keep him closer to you while you beg for more between every thrust.

“ji- jisung, i’m close. don’t stop, please don’t stop-”

“i’m right there”, he says, his voice wrecked, “come with me. fuck, y/n, come on my cock”

your orgasm hits first, your walls pulsing hard around him and you let out a broken cry muffled against his mouth. the feeling drags him over the edge too as he buries himself deep and comes with a long and shaking moan. you keep kissing through your orgasms, your tongues sliding together, both of you trembling and gasping into each other’s mouths as the aftershocks roll through you, his cum leaking out of you around his cock.

when your climaxes finally end, both of you are panting, your foreheads pressed together and your chests breathing hard. you blink up at him, still trembling, and brush a damp curl off his forehead.

“you okay?”, you whisper.

he doesn’t answer right away. his eyes are glassy and his pupils blown, locked on your face like he’s drowning in it and then, a low and broken groan leaves his throat.

“i need to taste you again”, he says, his voice almost frantic, “p-please- fuck, i have to-”

before you can even react, he’s sliding down your body, his mouth already open. he pushes your thighs apart with shaky hands and then buries his face between your legs like a man starved. his tongue drags though your folds and rips a scream from your throat. your back arches hard off the bed as he licks deep, sucking at your entrance, then flattening his tongue over your swollen clit.

cumslut: holy fuck i’m fingering myself so hard right now

strongspear: look at his tongue disappearing inside her

user69: i wish i was between them licking both of them 

he moans into your cunt, his hands gripping your thighs and pulling you down onto his mouth as he devours you again. you can’t stop your hips from rolling, grinding against his tongue and lips, riding his face while he eats you out like he’ll die without it.

“jisung- oh my god, jisung!”, you cry, your thighs shaking around his head.

he doesn’t slow down, if anything, he gets more desperate, his tongue flicking your clit before moving back inside you, his nose pressed against you as he breathes you in. another orgasm crashes through you then, as you scream his name and your hips jerk against his face, but he doesn’t stop. he keeps licking you through it, sucking your clit and making another wave of pleasure start inside your body as soon as the other finishes.

“i- i can’t- jisung, i need to breathe-”, you gasp, your voice cracking, but he only moans louder and keeps eating you out, his mouth all over you like he’s lost all control. 

aussielord: i’m coming watching this fuck

dirtypup: he’s literally drinking her

edgequeen: i’m so wet i’m dripping on my chair 

you feel another orgasm building, stronger and deeper. han’s eyes flick up to meet yours, dark and wild, never breaking contact as his tongue works you relentlessly and that’s what pushes you over this time. your whole body locks up and then explodes, a powerful gush sprays from you, soaking his lips and chin. he groans like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted and keeps drinking you down, his tongue lapping at every drop while you writhe and scream.

the orgasm rips through you so hard your vision whites out as your body arches off the bed. your thighs clamp around his head, your hips bucking uncontrollably as you squirt, and still he doesn’t stop, he keeps licking and sucking, moaning into your oversensitive cunt until you’re shaking so much you can barely speak.

“ji- jisung- too much… o-oversensitive”, you finally manage to whimper.

he pulls back, his lips shiny and swollen, as he breaths hard. he presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, then the trembling skin just above your core, while you twitch and gasp through the aftershocks. he moves up your body slowly, his face still glistening with your juices and then he leans in close until his nose almost brushes yours, his breath warm and shaky against your mouth.

“you okay?”, he asks you this time, his voice hoarse from how hard he’d been moaning into you.

you can’t answer him, your brain feels scrambled and your body is still twitching from your orgasms. all you can do is look at him, because now you are the one that’s completely lost in the sight of him - his flushed cheeks, the way his curls stick to his damp forehead and the raw hunger still burning in his eyes. 

without a word you reach up, grab the back of his neck and drag him down to kiss him again. you moan against his lips, your arms wrapping tight around his shoulders, trying to pull him closer to you even though there’s no space left between your bodies.

his palms stroke your sides while your hands roam everywhere, everywhere you can reach. every kiss feels heavier, more intimate, like you’re both pouring everything into each other without needing to speak.

midnightwolf: my cock is throbbing so bad right now

cumslut: they look so gone for each other it’s hot as fuck

princessonline: i came twice and i’m still wet 

you keep kissing him deeper, your legs tangling with his, as your hands keep exploring every inch of skin that you can reach. then han breaks the kiss and turns his head towards the phone. he reaches over and without saying anything, he taps the screen and ends the livestream, the chat disappearing then. he turns towards you and kisses you again, his lips brushing yours with a tenderness that is new, nothing like the kisses you’ve shared until now, like he’s checking every inch of you is still there and still wants him. 

his hand cups your cheek, his thumb stroking gently along your jaw as his mouth moves against yours in unhurried presses.

“you okay?”, he asks you again between kisses.

you nod your head, trying to catch your breath before he kisses you again.

“yeah, i’m okay”, you say as your fingers trace the line of his collarbone, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your palm, “and you?”

he gives a small and shaky laugh and nods his head, “i’m good”

for a long moment you just stay like that, your bodies tangled together and neither of you looking away from each other. your fingers keep moving in lazy patterns over his body while his hands rest on your hips, his thumbs stroking slow circles there.

eventually you break the silence, “do you think we made enough money?”

something flickers across his face, so quick it’s almost hidden. disappointment maybe? it’s gone before you can be sure, replaced by a soft and careful smile.

“i hope so”, he says quietly, “we really need it”

you tilt your head, studying him, “what’s wrong?”

han exhales then, the sound shaky. his gaze drops for a second before he forces it back up to meet yours.

“i just… i know we need the money, i really do, and that’s why we did this but… fuck, i love you, y/n. i’ve loved you for a while now and having you like this today, i… i don’t wanna stop doing this, but i don’t want it to be for a livestream or to get money. i want you, just you. and maybe you don’t want me the same way and that’s okay, i just… i needed to say it because i feel like i’m gonna lose my mind”

the words tumble out faster, spiraling, and you can’t do anything, just lie there as you look at him.

“i mean, i know this started as a stupid idea to get the money and i’m probably ruining everything right now but… this felt real to me and i can’t pretend it didn’t and if you don’t feel the same way, i’ll shut up and we can just-”

you cut him off with a kiss, firm and deep, your hands sliding into his curls to hold him there. he makes a surprised sound against your lips but melts into it almost instantly, his lips parting as your tongues slide together again. when you finally pull back, his eyes are wide and his cheeks are flushed darker than before. 

“i love you too”, you say, your voice steady even though your heart is hammering, “and i’ve wanted you for longer than i even let myself admit. so stop spiraling, jisung”

he laughs softly and then surges forward and kisses you again, like he’s trying to pour everything he never said into the press of his mouth against yours. your legs tangle together tighter, your bodies pressing close once more as the kiss turns heated but still soft and tender, exploring what this confession could lead to.

when you break apart this time, breathless and smiling, you murmur against his lips, “this is not exactly the most romantic confession, huh?”

han laughs, the sound warm and shaky against your lips, “yeah… but it’s ours”, he says and then leans in to kiss you once more, already knowing he will never get tired of the feeling of your lips against his.

“but we’re never telling hyunjin and felix how we confessed”

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well, that got out of hand

pairing: han x reader

genre: friends to lovers; smut

wc: 6.1k

warnings: unprotected sex; pussy drunk han; dry humping; fingering; handjob; oral sex (f!receiving); begging; overstimulation; cum play; squirting; voyeurism; exhibitionism

summary: tuition is really expensive, so expensive that when your friends joke about you and han doing a livestream together to get money, you actually consider doing it. it’s just one livestream with your best friend so you both can get some cash, a stupid idea that might become the best one you’ve ever had

live: unfiltered series

the café near the campus is always crowded after the afternoon classes. students occupy almost every table, their laptops open beside their half-finished coffees and all of the conversations blending into one constant hum. 

han sits next to you, lazily stirring the whipped cream into his coffee even though it’s already completely mixed. felix sits in front of you, his bag already abandoned on the floor, while hyunjin sits next to him, stretching in his chair like he has absolutely nowhere else to be. 

“so”, felix says, “are we officially dead?”

hyunjin laughs, “i’ve been dead since the year started”

“you’re so dramatic”, han says.

hyunjin points at him, “says you!”

han raises an eyebrow, “i’m not dramatic”

you shake your head with a laugh, “jisung… you are just as dramatic as hyunjin”

he gasps and felix grins shamelessly.

“i can’t believe you two”, han says as he looks at you then at felix, shaking his head before he takes a sip of his drink, “you two are awful friends”

“no, we’re amazing friends”, felix corrects him. 

you laugh again and then start talking about your classes and your professors and the impossible amount of reading that each of them somehow believes is reasonable - it’s not, you all stand by that.

“i have an exam next monday, a presentation the day after, then another exam the following day, and two reports due before friday”, hyunjin says as he sighs and places a hand over his chest.

you blink, “how are those all in the same week?”

he shakes his head, “i don’t know. i’m honestly thinking about jumping off of very tall somethings”

“did your professors plan it together?”, felix asks him.

“i think they formed a secret committee", hyunjin says.

han chuckles, “the committee against student happiness and free time”

“exactly”, hyunjin says before he sighs and then raises his coffee, “to surviving another semester”

you all laugh and lift your cups.

“to surviving”

you clink them together and then continue talking, or maybe complaining is a more appropriate word for what you are doing there. as hyunjin and felix are talking about the exam felix took the other day, han sighs and then leans back in his chair.

“our shift tomorrow starts at seven”, he tells you.

you groan, “please don’t remind me”

felix hears you talking and then winces, “oh, are you two opening again?”

you and han work together in the café and even though today it’s your day off - which is something that happens once in a while - you work there most of the days, your shifts always together.

“yeah”, you say as you lean back in your chair like han did.

“didn’t you close last night?”, hyunjin asks.

“we did, yeah”, han says, nodding his head.

“and you have to open tomorrow? that’s evil”, hyunjin says.

“it pays”, you say with a shrug.

“barely”, han mutters.

you sigh and take another sip of your drink.

“everything okay?”, felix says as he looks between you.

han gives a small shrug, “yeah”

“you sure?”, hyunjin asks this time.

han exhales through his nose, “yeah, it’s just… tuition”

you lower your eyes to your coffee, “my payment deadline is next month”

“mine too”, han says.

felix frowns, “i thought your jobs at the café were helping”

“they help”, you say, “they just don’t help enough”

han rubs the back of his neck, “there’s so much stuff going on that comes before that, like groceries, our books… and by the time everything’s paid, well… there isn’t much left”

hyunjin’s face softens, feeling a bit sorry for you both, “i didn’t realise it was that bad”

“we didn’t really tell anyone”, you say.

“it’s embarrassing”, han says.

“it shouldn’t be”, felix says immediately, “a lot of students struggle with tuition”

“i know but it just feels…”, you say as you try to find the correct word, “frustrating”

han lets out a quiet laugh without any humour in it, “we keep picking up extra shifts, but then we miss study time and if we study less, our grades suffer”

felix sighs, “it’s a never ending cycle”

you both hum, none of you disagreeing because that’s what is currently happening. 

“there has to be something”, hyunjin says as he taps his fingers against his coffee cup.

“we’ve tried everything: scholarships, financial aid, selling old books or stuff… but nothing”, han says.

“maybe another job?”, felix asks.

you smile weakly, “i don’t think there’s enough time in the day. we already work here almost every day”

“including weekends”, han adds.

hyunjin watches the two of you for another second before he speaks again, “what about making money online?”

han looks at him, “online?”

“yeah”

han snorts, “you overestimate how interesting we are”

“no, what i’m trying to say is…”, hyunjin says, “there is one type of livestream that makes people a lot of money”

“what do you mean?”, you ask him, feeling a bit lost. 

hyunjin scratches the back of his neck, suddenly looking amused by his own suggestion.

“you know…”, he says as he gestures vaguely with both hands, “that type of livestream”

you and han exchange equally confused looks and then felix, unlike hyunjin, doesn’t dance around the subject. 

“have sex on camera”, he says it plainly. 

you stare at hyunjin then at felix, convinced for a second that you misheard him, “... what?”

han blinks and his mouth opens slightly before closing again, “you can’t be serious”, he finally says.

hyunjin shrugs, “i’m serious”

you feel heat immediately rush to your face, “so you’re saying…”, you begin before your own sentence trails off.

hyunjin winces a little and then raises his hands a bit as to defend himself, “i mean- it was just an idea”

“an idea? you call that an idea?”, han repeats, his voice climbing an octave.

“you said you need money”, felix says.

“yeah, but we didn’t ask how to destroy our dignity”, han says as he moves his hands around.

“i didn’t say you had to actually do it, it was just an idea”, hyunjin says slowly, trying to calm you both down.

han lets out an incredulous laugh, “i can’t believe we’re even having this conversation”

you risk a glance at him and unfortunately, he looks at you at exactly the same moment. your eyes meet for less than a second and then, you both look away again, an awkward silence settling over you.

hyunjin raises his hands again, “hey, it was only an idea, okay?”

“we’re not forcing you to do it”, felix continues.

“i just threw it out there because people really do make good money”, hyunjin says. 

“yeah, and it isn’t always…”, felix speaks again, searching for the right words, “just, you know, people having sex on camera”

han slowly looks up, “what do you mean?”

“i mean that there are different kinds of livestreams”, felix continues, “sometimes people just… kiss and make out, others touch each other a little, and yeah, others have sex. there are viewers for all of it, you don’t necessarily have to go all the way on camera if you don’t want to”

han sits perfectly still beside you and you don’t need to look at him to know he’s just as uncomfortable as you are. not because of what hyunjin and felix are saying, but because your brain immediately pictures the impossible scenario: you and han, together, having sex while strangers watch you. 

you squeeze your eyes shut for the briefest moment before forcing the image away.

“that’s insane”, han says, but you can tell his voice lacks the certainty it had a minute ago.

felix doesn’t argue, “i’m not saying it isn’t, i’m just saying people do it”

you keep staring at your drink as han looks at felix and hyunjin, none of you daring to look at each other.

hyunjin looks at you before he speaks again, “you don’t have to decide anything right now, we’re not trying to pressure you”, he says, as felix nods his head, “it was just something that came to mind. just think about it and if you hate the idea that much, then that’s the end of it”

neither han nor you respond, you simply sit there, your eyes fixed anywhere except on each other, while the conversation dies away and the thought lingers far longer than either of you wants to admit.

that night, you’re lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling as you think about what hyunjin and felix said before. you think how ridiculous and embarrassing it would be, but your brain keeps working against you - tuition, bills, groceries and everything else, the numbers line up in your head without even trying.

every paycheck from the café disappears almost as soon as it arrives, every month is another balancing act. you’re exhausted, because no matter what you do, it’s still not enough.

what if you actually did it?

the thought slips in before you can stop it. you think again about how embarrassing it would be but you also know that if you ever did something like that, there is only one person you could imagine yourself doing it with. 

han.

simply because he’s just han, your best friend. if you ever had to make yourself that vulnerable, you know you’d feel safer with him than with anyone else.

you roll onto your side, hugging your pillow against your chest. you wonder if you brought it up this time, if he would even consider it, or if he would think poorly of you or look at you any different. he has been one of the closest people in your life for years and the last thing you want is to make things awkward between you over something like this.

maybe you should forget it, pretend that conversation never happened and find another solution somehow, even if you have absolutely no idea what that solution could be. you turn in your bed again and then, your phone buzzes on the bedside table. you reach over and pick it up, seeing the screen light up with a new text from han. you stare at his name for a bit and then open his text.

han: should we talk about it?

breathe in, breathe out, and then repeat, again and again. 

that’s what you tell yourself as you sit in your bed wearing only your light pink lingerie as han sits beside you in only his black boxers, none of you daring to look at each other yet.

a couple of nights ago, just after han had texted you, you told him to come over to your dorm, the conversation far too important to have it over text. as soon as he arrived and you sat together, the conversation started awkwardly, painfully awkwardly, but both of you knew what was coming: both of you knew you had to do the livestream, part of you knew it was because you needed the money and another part was because deep down you knew that  even though you had acted strongly against it at the beginning, it was the opposite now. 

you both wanted to do it, but still, it was a bit awkward and strange. well, very awkward and strange.

you spent hours trying to think of how to do it, talking about trust and boundaries, about what you would do if either of you were uncomfortable during the livestream, how to stop if one of you changed your mind.

“if either of us says we’re done”, you had said, “then we’re done”

“yeah, i agree”, han said as he nodded his head.

you had said that you would only do it once, that you would hopefully get the money you needed and that’s it, you’re done. then you both said that you weren’t going to tell anyone you were doing this, not even hyunjin and felix, and that you would never talk about this again, han had shaken his head strongly at that. 

“so… are we actually doing this?”, he asked you once you had discussed everything.

you looked at him, and then nodded your head, “yeah, i guess we are”

that was then, and now, it’s the moment of truth. 

your phone is right in front of you, the web ready and the only thing you need to do is press the button and the livestream will finally start, just one tap and everything will change. you look at han from the corner of your eye, his curly hair and his glasses doing nothing to hide how nervous he is right now. you’re nervous too, of course, but seeing him like that, next to you… you can’t deny that the sight is going straight to your core, making you press your thighs together, and you hope he doesn’t realise what you’re doing. 

“you can still back out”, you hear him say suddenly.

you turn to look at him properly and you find him already looking at you.

“so can you”, you tell him.

“i know”

for another long moment, neither of you moves as you sit there, trying to convince yourselves that the decision you’ve made is one you can follow through on and hoping that once it’s over, it won’t make things awkward between you. 

breathe in, breathe out.

the words loop in your head like a mantra, but they do nothing to calm the nervous flutter in your stomach or the slick warmth already gathering in your panties. after another pause, you speak again, your voice low but steady.

“jisung… are you ready?”

han swallows hard, his eyes flicking to yours again, wide behind his glasses. he nods his head once, then again, more firmly this time.

“yeah, i think so”

your fingers tremble as you reach for your phone and then, you press the live button. the counter starts with no viewers and then climbs almost instantly, people already entering the stream and the messages start before you can even wave to the camera. 

you lift your hand and smile, trying to look confident even though your pulse is hammering and your hand is shaking.

“hey everyone… hi”

han leans forwards slightly and gives a small and awkward bow. you reach out without thinking, your palm landing on his shoulder to stop him mid-motion. he freezes, his eyes widening, clearly worried he’s already messed up. 

princessonline: omg first-timers??

cumslut: you two look so cute together 

you laugh, the sound a little shaky, and then you rub your arm, “yeah… it’s our first time doing… this”, you say as you feel your cheeks burning.

han clears his throat, his voice cracking as he speaks, “we’re… uh… we’re doing this because we need money for university and-”

your hand shoots out again, your fingers wrapping around his wrist.

“jisung! you don’t have to say that”, you whisper sharply, your eyes wide.

he stares at you, his cheeks flushing deep red, his glasses slipping down his nose. the chat goes wild.

midnightwolf: this is gonna be fun 

edgequeen: protect them at all costs

the donations start coming in and the numbers climb on screen. you breathe in and out again and then turn towards han, your knees brushing his as he turns to look at you at the same time. your faces are inches apart now and neither of you knows exactly how to start. your hands hover uselessly in the space between you and then you both lean in for a kiss, but you tilt in the same direction and bump foreheads instead. a nervous laugh escapes you and then you try again, the opposite side this time, and your noses brush awkwardly.

he lifts his hand, a bit hesitant, then he moves it towards your breast, over the pink lace. his palm is warm and you feel his fingers trembling, the contact sending a jolt straight between your legs. 

“oh, for fuck’s sake”, you mutter under your breath and then, you slide your hand up to the back of his neck, your fingers threading into his curly hair and then you pull him in.

this time your mouths meet properly, soft at first and then firmer, your lips parting. his glasses bump your cheek and you feel him exhale shakily against your mouth. the kiss deepens, your tongues brushing together and then your other hand moves to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. 

the comments keep coming but they fade into background noise as han’s thumb brushes over your nipple through the thin fabric, drawing a soft sound from your throat. the nervousness is still there, but it’s mixing with something hotter now, something that makes you press closer to him, your thighs parting slightly on the bed.

han’s mouth moves against yours with growing hunger, his tongue sliding in to taste you while his hand stays cupped over your breast. your fingers stay tangled in his curls, tugging every time a spark shoots down your spine.

dirtypup: holy shit they’re actually going for it

artprince69: first time my ass look at them

you moan into his mouth when his other hand finds your waist, pulling you closer to him. without breaking the kiss you move forward, swinging one leg over his lap so you’re straddling him, your knees on either side of his hips. the moment your body settles on top of him, you break the kiss to look at him, his eyes flying wide behind his glasses, his pupils blown, and his lips parted as he stares up at you like he’s forgotten how to breathe. you can see it in his face, he’s completely lost in you and in the feel of your body pressing down on his cock. 

you lean in again, capturing his mouth with more urgency this time. your hips roll experimentally, grinding your soaked panties against his cock which makes him groan against your lips. you keep moving, your cunt sliding along his cock through your underwear and every roll of your hips makes his cock throb harder beneath you.

strongspear: she’s riding him already fuck

maknaeontop: look how wet she is 

frustration and desire mix in your chest. you stop the kiss again and then reach up, yank his glasses off his face and toss them somewhere behind you without caring where they land or even if they break. the second they’re gone, you crash your mouth back onto his, kissing him messily and nipping at his lower lip. his hands move to grip your hips now, guiding your movements as you grind down harder, his cock pressing right against your entrance. 

you can feel how soaked you’re getting, the fabric between you turning slippery, and his boxers are damp too. the pre-cum already leaking through and mixing with your arousal.

he suddenly flips you both, surprising you as his arms lift and turn you until your back hits the mattress and he’s hovering over you, lying between your legs. his curly hair falls forward, brushing your forehead as he looks down at you, breathing hard. his hands slide up your ribs, his fingers hooking under the thin straps of your bra and then he tugs them down slowly, freeing your breasts. cool air hits your nipples before his warm mouth closes over one of them, sucking gently as his tongue flicks it. you arch into him with a soft cry, your hands moving behind your back to unhook your bra and take it off, before you move your hands to the back of his head to hold him there. 

he moves to the other nipple, sucking and biting while one of his hands trails down your stomach. his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear and he drags them down your thighs, peeling the soaked fabric away until you’re completely naked. he tosses them aside as his eyes stay locked on your glistening cunt, he’s completely drunk on the sight of you spread open under him.

he lowers himself between your thighs, his shoulders pushing your legs open wider. his hot breath ghosts over your folds for a second before his tongue drags a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. 

“j-jisung!”, you say, a broken moan tearing from your throat at the contact.

he does it again, firmer this time, then he closes his lips around your clit and sucks. two of his fingers slide into your dripping cunt at the same time, curling inside you as he tries to find that spot inside you.

aussielord: eating her out already fuck 

user69: she’s so wet it’s dripping down his chin

leethighs: i wish it was my mouth on her

his fingers move inside you while his tongue works tight circles around your clit, your juices coating his fingers and mouth and the sheets beneath you. your thighs tremble on either side of his head and you reach down blindly, your fingers threading back into his curls, holding him exactly where you need him as the pressure builds fast between your legs. 

han moans against your cunt like he’s the one being pleasured, his other hand keeping you spread as he devours you. you can only focus on his mouth on you, on his fingers inside you and the way he looks up at you every few seconds with those dark and desperate eyes, like he could stay between your legs forever if you let him. 

his tongue presses against your clit while his fingers curl deep inside you and your hips jerk up against his mouth. he moans low and needy against your cunt, the vibration shooting straight through your body and when his lips suck your clit hard and his fingers move faster, your orgasm crashes through you, your back arching off the bed. 

“f-fuck, jisung”, you scream, your body shaking as his tongue and fingers keep moving, not letting you rest.

your walls clench around his fingers, your cunt pulsing as you keep coming with a broken scream, your voice cracking on his name as you say it again and again, because it’s the only word you seem to know now. he groans against you like he’s the one coming, his tongue and fingers still moving, not stopping until you’re twitching from overstimulation.

you’re still panting hard when you tug his curls, pulling him up your body as he crawls over you, his mouth shiny with your juices, and you drag him into a messy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. as you kiss, you feel him humping against your thigh now, his cock completely hard and leaking through his boxers, leaving a wet streak on your skin with every desperate move.

your hand slips between your bodies, hooking into his boxers and yanking them down. his cock springs free, thick and hard, the veins standing out along the shaft and the head leaking more pre-cum than you had thought it was possible. you wrap your fingers around it and move your hand, making him shudder above you, his hips jerking into your fist.

you keep kissing as you move your hand, but when you try to push him so he can lie on the bed and you can take him in your mouth, he stops your movements, his eyes wide and pleading.

“please, y/n”, he breathes against your lips, his voice hoarse, “don’t. i… i need you. just… keep kissing me. please”

you can’t say no to him and those eyes. 

you pull him back into another kiss while your hand keeps moving around his cock. your movements grow faster, your thumb swiping over the tip. he moans into your mouth, his hips thrusting into your hand and his tongue sliding against yours like he can’t get enough.

dirtypup: holy shit i wish it was my cock

midnightwolf: stroking my cock so hard right now

cumslut: look at that dick omg

artprince69: he’s gonna paint her body with his cum fuck

“like that… yeah. p-please”, he breaks the kiss just enough to speak, his lips brushing yours with every word.

he kisses you again, his tongue moving desperately against yours now. his cock throbs in your hand and before you realise what’s happening, he comes hard, his cum shooting across your stomach, streaking your thighs and splattering your breasts. he keeps kissing you through it, moaning into your mouth while his hips jerk and his release paints your skin, warm and sticky, but he refuses to pull away from you - not that you really want him to - as his lips stay locked on yours like he needs the contact more than air. 

the kiss turns wet and desperate, neither of you willing to pull away to even breathe. when you finally break it, a thin string of spit stretches between you before snapping. you hold his gaze, his pupils blown wide as he looks at you, and then, you drag two fingers through his cum on your body and then you lift them to your mouth without looking away from him.

han’s breath catches hard, his eyes following every movement as you push your fingers between your lips and suck them clean, your tongue swirling around his cum. a broken whimper slips out of him, high and needy.

“fuck… fuck, y/n”, he gasps, his voice cracking.

leethighs: he’s literally shaking

artprince69: that was so hot fuck

maknaeontop: she can lick my cum too

cumslut: look at his face he’s gone 

han’s cock twitches against your thigh, already hard again. he moans louder, his hips jerking forward, and he crashes back into your mouth like he can’t survive without it now that he’s had a taste. the kiss turns frantic as his whimpers vibrate straight into you. he sounds completely wrecked, little broken sounds spilling between every slide of lips. 

you feel him moving, one of his hands moving between your bodies until the tip of his cock drags through your folds. the blunt pressure against your entrance makes you gasp into the kiss and your thighs spread wider on instinct.

“please”, you whisper against his mouth, your voice showing how desperate you are, “jisung, fuck me. i need you inside me right now”

he whines, as he presses his forehead to yours, and then pushes forward, stretching you open until he sinks all the way in with one slow and trembling thrust. your walls clench around him and you both moan loud enough for all your viewers to hear.

edgequeen: fuck they are so hot

princessonline: i wanna be her so bad

han starts moving, his hips rolling deep and steady at first and then faster as his need overtakes him. every thrust punches a moan out of you that he swallows greedily, kissing you like he’s starving. your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper and closer to you, and he answers with harder snaps of his hips against yours.

“god, you feel so good”, he pants between kisses, “so tight- f-fuck, i can’t stop”

“don’t stop”, you beg him, your voice shaking, “harder- please, ji… jisung, fuck me harder”

he obeys you, pounding into you now. his mouth never leaves yours for more than a second, desperate to keep tasting you while his cock moves in and out of you. you clench around him every time he bottoms out and he whimpers each time, the sound almost pained with how good it feels.

you know people are still commenting and sending money, but neither of you can focus on anything else other than the way your bodies slam together and the endless and messy kisses you share. your hands claw at his back, his curls, anything to keep him closer to you while you beg for more between every thrust.

“ji- jisung, i’m close. don’t stop, please don’t stop-”

“i’m right there”, he says, his voice wrecked, “come with me. fuck, y/n, come on my cock”

your orgasm hits first, your walls pulsing hard around him and you let out a broken cry muffled against his mouth. the feeling drags him over the edge too as he buries himself deep and comes with a long and shaking moan. you keep kissing through your orgasms, your tongues sliding together, both of you trembling and gasping into each other’s mouths as the aftershocks roll through you, his cum leaking out of you around his cock.

when your climaxes finally end, both of you are panting, your foreheads pressed together and your chests breathing hard. you blink up at him, still trembling, and brush a damp curl off his forehead.

“you okay?”, you whisper.

he doesn’t answer right away. his eyes are glassy and his pupils blown, locked on your face like he’s drowning in it and then, a low and broken groan leaves his throat.

“i need to taste you again”, he says, his voice almost frantic, “p-please- fuck, i have to-”

before you can even react, he’s sliding down your body, his mouth already open. he pushes your thighs apart with shaky hands and then buries his face between your legs like a man starved. his tongue drags though your folds and rips a scream from your throat. your back arches hard off the bed as he licks deep, sucking at your entrance, then flattening his tongue over your swollen clit.

cumslut: holy fuck i’m fingering myself so hard right now

strongspear: look at his tongue disappearing inside her

user69: i wish i was between them licking both of them 

he moans into your cunt, his hands gripping your thighs and pulling you down onto his mouth as he devours you again. you can’t stop your hips from rolling, grinding against his tongue and lips, riding his face while he eats you out like he’ll die without it.

“jisung- oh my god, jisung!”, you cry, your thighs shaking around his head.

he doesn’t slow down, if anything, he gets more desperate, his tongue flicking your clit before moving back inside you, his nose pressed against you as he breathes you in. another orgasm crashes through you then, as you scream his name and your hips jerk against his face, but he doesn’t stop. he keeps licking you through it, sucking your clit and making another wave of pleasure start inside your body as soon as the other finishes.

“i- i can’t- jisung, i need to breathe-”, you gasp, your voice cracking, but he only moans louder and keeps eating you out, his mouth all over you like he’s lost all control. 

aussielord: i’m coming watching this fuck

dirtypup: he’s literally drinking her

edgequeen: i’m so wet i’m dripping on my chair 

you feel another orgasm building, stronger and deeper. han’s eyes flick up to meet yours, dark and wild, never breaking contact as his tongue works you relentlessly and that’s what pushes you over this time. your whole body locks up and then explodes, a powerful gush sprays from you, soaking his lips and chin. he groans like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted and keeps drinking you down, his tongue lapping at every drop while you writhe and scream.

the orgasm rips through you so hard your vision whites out as your body arches off the bed. your thighs clamp around his head, your hips bucking uncontrollably as you squirt, and still he doesn’t stop, he keeps licking and sucking, moaning into your oversensitive cunt until you’re shaking so much you can barely speak.

“ji- jisung- too much… o-oversensitive”, you finally manage to whimper.

he pulls back, his lips shiny and swollen, as he breaths hard. he presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, then the trembling skin just above your core, while you twitch and gasp through the aftershocks. he moves up your body slowly, his face still glistening with your juices and then he leans in close until his nose almost brushes yours, his breath warm and shaky against your mouth.

“you okay?”, he asks you this time, his voice hoarse from how hard he’d been moaning into you.

you can’t answer him, your brain feels scrambled and your body is still twitching from your orgasms. all you can do is look at him, because now you are the one that’s completely lost in the sight of him - his flushed cheeks, the way his curls stick to his damp forehead and the raw hunger still burning in his eyes. 

without a word you reach up, grab the back of his neck and drag him down to kiss him again. you moan against his lips, your arms wrapping tight around his shoulders, trying to pull him closer to you even though there’s no space left between your bodies.

his palms stroke your sides while your hands roam everywhere, everywhere you can reach. every kiss feels heavier, more intimate, like you’re both pouring everything into each other without needing to speak.

midnightwolf: my cock is throbbing so bad right now

cumslut: they look so gone for each other it’s hot as fuck

princessonline: i came twice and i’m still wet 

you keep kissing him deeper, your legs tangling with his, as your hands keep exploring every inch of skin that you can reach. then han breaks the kiss and turns his head towards the phone. he reaches over and without saying anything, he taps the screen and ends the livestream, the chat disappearing then. he turns towards you and kisses you again, his lips brushing yours with a tenderness that is new, nothing like the kisses you’ve shared until now, like he’s checking every inch of you is still there and still wants him. 

his hand cups your cheek, his thumb stroking gently along your jaw as his mouth moves against yours in unhurried presses.

“you okay?”, he asks you again between kisses.

you nod your head, trying to catch your breath before he kisses you again.

“yeah, i’m okay”, you say as your fingers trace the line of his collarbone, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your palm, “and you?”

he gives a small and shaky laugh and nods his head, “i’m good”

for a long moment you just stay like that, your bodies tangled together and neither of you looking away from each other. your fingers keep moving in lazy patterns over his body while his hands rest on your hips, his thumbs stroking slow circles there.

eventually you break the silence, “do you think we made enough money?”

something flickers across his face, so quick it’s almost hidden. disappointment maybe? it’s gone before you can be sure, replaced by a soft and careful smile.

“i hope so”, he says quietly, “we really need it”

you tilt your head, studying him, “what’s wrong?”

han exhales then, the sound shaky. his gaze drops for a second before he forces it back up to meet yours.

“i just… i know we need the money, i really do, and that’s why we did this but… fuck, i love you, y/n. i’ve loved you for a while now and having you like this today, i… i don’t wanna stop doing this, but i don’t want it to be for a livestream or to get money. i want you, just you. and maybe you don’t want me the same way and that’s okay, i just… i needed to say it because i feel like i’m gonna lose my mind”

the words tumble out faster, spiraling, and you can’t do anything, just lie there as you look at him.

“i mean, i know this started as a stupid idea to get the money and i’m probably ruining everything right now but… this felt real to me and i can’t pretend it didn’t and if you don’t feel the same way, i’ll shut up and we can just-”

you cut him off with a kiss, firm and deep, your hands sliding into his curls to hold him there. he makes a surprised sound against your lips but melts into it almost instantly, his lips parting as your tongues slide together again. when you finally pull back, his eyes are wide and his cheeks are flushed darker than before. 

“i love you too”, you say, your voice steady even though your heart is hammering, “and i’ve wanted you for longer than i even let myself admit. so stop spiraling, jisung”

he laughs softly and then surges forward and kisses you again, like he’s trying to pour everything he never said into the press of his mouth against yours. your legs tangle together tighter, your bodies pressing close once more as the kiss turns heated but still soft and tender, exploring what this confession could lead to.

when you break apart this time, breathless and smiling, you murmur against his lips, “this is not exactly the most romantic confession, huh?”

han laughs, the sound warm and shaky against your lips, “yeah… but it’s ours”, he says and then leans in to kiss you once more, already knowing he will never get tired of the feeling of your lips against his.

“but we’re never telling hyunjin and felix how we confessed”

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well, that got out of hand

pairing: han x reader

genre: friends to lovers; smut

wc: 6.1k

warnings: unprotected sex; pussy drunk han; dry humping; fingering; handjob; oral sex (f!receiving); begging; overstimulation; cum play; squirting; voyeurism; exhibitionism

summary: tuition is really expensive, so expensive that when your friends joke about you and han doing a livestream together to get money, you actually consider doing it. it’s just one livestream with your best friend so you both can get some cash, a stupid idea that might become the best one you’ve ever had

live: unfiltered series

the café near the campus is always crowded after the afternoon classes. students occupy almost every table, their laptops open beside their half-finished coffees and all of the conversations blending into one constant hum. 

han sits next to you, lazily stirring the whipped cream into his coffee even though it’s already completely mixed. felix sits in front of you, his bag already abandoned on the floor, while hyunjin sits next to him, stretching in his chair like he has absolutely nowhere else to be. 

“so”, felix says, “are we officially dead?”

hyunjin laughs, “i’ve been dead since the year started”

“you’re so dramatic”, han says.

hyunjin points at him, “says you!”

han raises an eyebrow, “i’m not dramatic”

you shake your head with a laugh, “jisung… you are just as dramatic as hyunjin”

he gasps and felix grins shamelessly.

“i can’t believe you two”, han says as he looks at you then at felix, shaking his head before he takes a sip of his drink, “you two are awful friends”

“no, we’re amazing friends”, felix corrects him. 

you laugh again and then start talking about your classes and your professors and the impossible amount of reading that each of them somehow believes is reasonable - it’s not, you all stand by that.

“i have an exam next monday, a presentation the day after, then another exam the following day, and two reports due before friday”, hyunjin says as he sighs and places a hand over his chest.

you blink, “how are those all in the same week?”

he shakes his head, “i don’t know. i’m honestly thinking about jumping off of very tall somethings”

“did your professors plan it together?”, felix asks him.

“i think they formed a secret committee", hyunjin says.

han chuckles, “the committee against student happiness and free time”

“exactly”, hyunjin says before he sighs and then raises his coffee, “to surviving another semester”

you all laugh and lift your cups.

“to surviving”

you clink them together and then continue talking, or maybe complaining is a more appropriate word for what you are doing there. as hyunjin and felix are talking about the exam felix took the other day, han sighs and then leans back in his chair.

“our shift tomorrow starts at seven”, he tells you.

you groan, “please don’t remind me”

felix hears you talking and then winces, “oh, are you two opening again?”

you and han work together in the café and even though today it’s your day off - which is something that happens once in a while - you work there most of the days, your shifts always together.

“yeah”, you say as you lean back in your chair like han did.

“didn’t you close last night?”, hyunjin asks.

“we did, yeah”, han says, nodding his head.

“and you have to open tomorrow? that’s evil”, hyunjin says.

“it pays”, you say with a shrug.

“barely”, han mutters.

you sigh and take another sip of your drink.

“everything okay?”, felix says as he looks between you.

han gives a small shrug, “yeah”

“you sure?”, hyunjin asks this time.

han exhales through his nose, “yeah, it’s just… tuition”

you lower your eyes to your coffee, “my payment deadline is next month”

“mine too”, han says.

felix frowns, “i thought your jobs at the café were helping”

“they help”, you say, “they just don’t help enough”

han rubs the back of his neck, “there’s so much stuff going on that comes before that, like groceries, our books… and by the time everything’s paid, well… there isn’t much left”

hyunjin’s face softens, feeling a bit sorry for you both, “i didn’t realise it was that bad”

“we didn’t really tell anyone”, you say.

“it’s embarrassing”, han says.

“it shouldn’t be”, felix says immediately, “a lot of students struggle with tuition”

“i know but it just feels…”, you say as you try to find the correct word, “frustrating”

han lets out a quiet laugh without any humour in it, “we keep picking up extra shifts, but then we miss study time and if we study less, our grades suffer”

felix sighs, “it’s a never ending cycle”

you both hum, none of you disagreeing because that’s what is currently happening. 

“there has to be something”, hyunjin says as he taps his fingers against his coffee cup.

“we’ve tried everything: scholarships, financial aid, selling old books or stuff… but nothing”, han says.

“maybe another job?”, felix asks.

you smile weakly, “i don’t think there’s enough time in the day. we already work here almost every day”

“including weekends”, han adds.

hyunjin watches the two of you for another second before he speaks again, “what about making money online?”

han looks at him, “online?”

“yeah”

han snorts, “you overestimate how interesting we are”

“no, what i’m trying to say is…”, hyunjin says, “there is one type of livestream that makes people a lot of money”

“what do you mean?”, you ask him, feeling a bit lost. 

hyunjin scratches the back of his neck, suddenly looking amused by his own suggestion.

“you know…”, he says as he gestures vaguely with both hands, “that type of livestream”

you and han exchange equally confused looks and then felix, unlike hyunjin, doesn’t dance around the subject. 

“have sex on camera”, he says it plainly. 

you stare at hyunjin then at felix, convinced for a second that you misheard him, “... what?”

han blinks and his mouth opens slightly before closing again, “you can’t be serious”, he finally says.

hyunjin shrugs, “i’m serious”

you feel heat immediately rush to your face, “so you’re saying…”, you begin before your own sentence trails off.

hyunjin winces a little and then raises his hands a bit as to defend himself, “i mean- it was just an idea”

“an idea? you call that an idea?”, han repeats, his voice climbing an octave.

“you said you need money”, felix says.

“yeah, but we didn’t ask how to destroy our dignity”, han says as he moves his hands around.

“i didn’t say you had to actually do it, it was just an idea”, hyunjin says slowly, trying to calm you both down.

han lets out an incredulous laugh, “i can’t believe we’re even having this conversation”

you risk a glance at him and unfortunately, he looks at you at exactly the same moment. your eyes meet for less than a second and then, you both look away again, an awkward silence settling over you.

hyunjin raises his hands again, “hey, it was only an idea, okay?”

“we’re not forcing you to do it”, felix continues.

“i just threw it out there because people really do make good money”, hyunjin says. 

“yeah, and it isn’t always…”, felix speaks again, searching for the right words, “just, you know, people having sex on camera”

han slowly looks up, “what do you mean?”

“i mean that there are different kinds of livestreams”, felix continues, “sometimes people just… kiss and make out, others touch each other a little, and yeah, others have sex. there are viewers for all of it, you don’t necessarily have to go all the way on camera if you don’t want to”

han sits perfectly still beside you and you don’t need to look at him to know he’s just as uncomfortable as you are. not because of what hyunjin and felix are saying, but because your brain immediately pictures the impossible scenario: you and han, together, having sex while strangers watch you. 

you squeeze your eyes shut for the briefest moment before forcing the image away.

“that’s insane”, han says, but you can tell his voice lacks the certainty it had a minute ago.

felix doesn’t argue, “i’m not saying it isn’t, i’m just saying people do it”

you keep staring at your drink as han looks at felix and hyunjin, none of you daring to look at each other.

hyunjin looks at you before he speaks again, “you don’t have to decide anything right now, we’re not trying to pressure you”, he says, as felix nods his head, “it was just something that came to mind. just think about it and if you hate the idea that much, then that’s the end of it”

neither han nor you respond, you simply sit there, your eyes fixed anywhere except on each other, while the conversation dies away and the thought lingers far longer than either of you wants to admit.

that night, you’re lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling as you think about what hyunjin and felix said before. you think how ridiculous and embarrassing it would be, but your brain keeps working against you - tuition, bills, groceries and everything else, the numbers line up in your head without even trying.

every paycheck from the café disappears almost as soon as it arrives, every month is another balancing act. you’re exhausted, because no matter what you do, it’s still not enough.

what if you actually did it?

the thought slips in before you can stop it. you think again about how embarrassing it would be but you also know that if you ever did something like that, there is only one person you could imagine yourself doing it with. 

han.

simply because he’s just han, your best friend. if you ever had to make yourself that vulnerable, you know you’d feel safer with him than with anyone else.

you roll onto your side, hugging your pillow against your chest. you wonder if you brought it up this time, if he would even consider it, or if he would think poorly of you or look at you any different. he has been one of the closest people in your life for years and the last thing you want is to make things awkward between you over something like this.

maybe you should forget it, pretend that conversation never happened and find another solution somehow, even if you have absolutely no idea what that solution could be. you turn in your bed again and then, your phone buzzes on the bedside table. you reach over and pick it up, seeing the screen light up with a new text from han. you stare at his name for a bit and then open his text.

han: should we talk about it?

breathe in, breathe out, and then repeat, again and again. 

that’s what you tell yourself as you sit in your bed wearing only your light pink lingerie as han sits beside you in only his black boxers, none of you daring to look at each other yet.

a couple of nights ago, just after han had texted you, you told him to come over to your dorm, the conversation far too important to have it over text. as soon as he arrived and you sat together, the conversation started awkwardly, painfully awkwardly, but both of you knew what was coming: both of you knew you had to do the livestream, part of you knew it was because you needed the money and another part was because deep down you knew that  even though you had acted strongly against it at the beginning, it was the opposite now. 

you both wanted to do it, but still, it was a bit awkward and strange. well, very awkward and strange.

you spent hours trying to think of how to do it, talking about trust and boundaries, about what you would do if either of you were uncomfortable during the livestream, how to stop if one of you changed your mind.

“if either of us says we’re done”, you had said, “then we’re done”

“yeah, i agree”, han said as he nodded his head.

you had said that you would only do it once, that you would hopefully get the money you needed and that’s it, you’re done. then you both said that you weren’t going to tell anyone you were doing this, not even hyunjin and felix, and that you would never talk about this again, han had shaken his head strongly at that. 

“so… are we actually doing this?”, he asked you once you had discussed everything.

you looked at him, and then nodded your head, “yeah, i guess we are”

that was then, and now, it’s the moment of truth. 

your phone is right in front of you, the web ready and the only thing you need to do is press the button and the livestream will finally start, just one tap and everything will change. you look at han from the corner of your eye, his curly hair and his glasses doing nothing to hide how nervous he is right now. you’re nervous too, of course, but seeing him like that, next to you… you can’t deny that the sight is going straight to your core, making you press your thighs together, and you hope he doesn’t realise what you’re doing. 

“you can still back out”, you hear him say suddenly.

you turn to look at him properly and you find him already looking at you.

“so can you”, you tell him.

“i know”

for another long moment, neither of you moves as you sit there, trying to convince yourselves that the decision you’ve made is one you can follow through on and hoping that once it’s over, it won’t make things awkward between you. 

breathe in, breathe out.

the words loop in your head like a mantra, but they do nothing to calm the nervous flutter in your stomach or the slick warmth already gathering in your panties. after another pause, you speak again, your voice low but steady.

“jisung… are you ready?”

han swallows hard, his eyes flicking to yours again, wide behind his glasses. he nods his head once, then again, more firmly this time.

“yeah, i think so”

your fingers tremble as you reach for your phone and then, you press the live button. the counter starts with no viewers and then climbs almost instantly, people already entering the stream and the messages start before you can even wave to the camera. 

you lift your hand and smile, trying to look confident even though your pulse is hammering and your hand is shaking.

“hey everyone… hi”

han leans forwards slightly and gives a small and awkward bow. you reach out without thinking, your palm landing on his shoulder to stop him mid-motion. he freezes, his eyes widening, clearly worried he’s already messed up. 

princessonline: omg first-timers??

cumslut: you two look so cute together 

you laugh, the sound a little shaky, and then you rub your arm, “yeah… it’s our first time doing… this”, you say as you feel your cheeks burning.

han clears his throat, his voice cracking as he speaks, “we’re… uh… we’re doing this because we need money for university and-”

your hand shoots out again, your fingers wrapping around his wrist.

“jisung! you don’t have to say that”, you whisper sharply, your eyes wide.

he stares at you, his cheeks flushing deep red, his glasses slipping down his nose. the chat goes wild.

midnightwolf: this is gonna be fun 

edgequeen: protect them at all costs

the donations start coming in and the numbers climb on screen. you breathe in and out again and then turn towards han, your knees brushing his as he turns to look at you at the same time. your faces are inches apart now and neither of you knows exactly how to start. your hands hover uselessly in the space between you and then you both lean in for a kiss, but you tilt in the same direction and bump foreheads instead. a nervous laugh escapes you and then you try again, the opposite side this time, and your noses brush awkwardly.

he lifts his hand, a bit hesitant, then he moves it towards your breast, over the pink lace. his palm is warm and you feel his fingers trembling, the contact sending a jolt straight between your legs. 

“oh, for fuck’s sake”, you mutter under your breath and then, you slide your hand up to the back of his neck, your fingers threading into his curly hair and then you pull him in.

this time your mouths meet properly, soft at first and then firmer, your lips parting. his glasses bump your cheek and you feel him exhale shakily against your mouth. the kiss deepens, your tongues brushing together and then your other hand moves to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. 

the comments keep coming but they fade into background noise as han’s thumb brushes over your nipple through the thin fabric, drawing a soft sound from your throat. the nervousness is still there, but it’s mixing with something hotter now, something that makes you press closer to him, your thighs parting slightly on the bed.

han’s mouth moves against yours with growing hunger, his tongue sliding in to taste you while his hand stays cupped over your breast. your fingers stay tangled in his curls, tugging every time a spark shoots down your spine.

dirtypup: holy shit they’re actually going for it

artprince69: first time my ass look at them

you moan into his mouth when his other hand finds your waist, pulling you closer to him. without breaking the kiss you move forward, swinging one leg over his lap so you’re straddling him, your knees on either side of his hips. the moment your body settles on top of him, you break the kiss to look at him, his eyes flying wide behind his glasses, his pupils blown, and his lips parted as he stares up at you like he’s forgotten how to breathe. you can see it in his face, he’s completely lost in you and in the feel of your body pressing down on his cock. 

you lean in again, capturing his mouth with more urgency this time. your hips roll experimentally, grinding your soaked panties against his cock which makes him groan against your lips. you keep moving, your cunt sliding along his cock through your underwear and every roll of your hips makes his cock throb harder beneath you.

strongspear: she’s riding him already fuck

maknaeontop: look how wet she is 

frustration and desire mix in your chest. you stop the kiss again and then reach up, yank his glasses off his face and toss them somewhere behind you without caring where they land or even if they break. the second they’re gone, you crash your mouth back onto his, kissing him messily and nipping at his lower lip. his hands move to grip your hips now, guiding your movements as you grind down harder, his cock pressing right against your entrance. 

you can feel how soaked you’re getting, the fabric between you turning slippery, and his boxers are damp too. the pre-cum already leaking through and mixing with your arousal.

he suddenly flips you both, surprising you as his arms lift and turn you until your back hits the mattress and he’s hovering over you, lying between your legs. his curly hair falls forward, brushing your forehead as he looks down at you, breathing hard. his hands slide up your ribs, his fingers hooking under the thin straps of your bra and then he tugs them down slowly, freeing your breasts. cool air hits your nipples before his warm mouth closes over one of them, sucking gently as his tongue flicks it. you arch into him with a soft cry, your hands moving behind your back to unhook your bra and take it off, before you move your hands to the back of his head to hold him there. 

he moves to the other nipple, sucking and biting while one of his hands trails down your stomach. his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear and he drags them down your thighs, peeling the soaked fabric away until you’re completely naked. he tosses them aside as his eyes stay locked on your glistening cunt, he’s completely drunk on the sight of you spread open under him.

he lowers himself between your thighs, his shoulders pushing your legs open wider. his hot breath ghosts over your folds for a second before his tongue drags a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. 

“j-jisung!”, you say, a broken moan tearing from your throat at the contact.

he does it again, firmer this time, then he closes his lips around your clit and sucks. two of his fingers slide into your dripping cunt at the same time, curling inside you as he tries to find that spot inside you.

aussielord: eating her out already fuck 

user69: she’s so wet it’s dripping down his chin

leethighs: i wish it was my mouth on her

his fingers move inside you while his tongue works tight circles around your clit, your juices coating his fingers and mouth and the sheets beneath you. your thighs tremble on either side of his head and you reach down blindly, your fingers threading back into his curls, holding him exactly where you need him as the pressure builds fast between your legs. 

han moans against your cunt like he’s the one being pleasured, his other hand keeping you spread as he devours you. you can only focus on his mouth on you, on his fingers inside you and the way he looks up at you every few seconds with those dark and desperate eyes, like he could stay between your legs forever if you let him. 

his tongue presses against your clit while his fingers curl deep inside you and your hips jerk up against his mouth. he moans low and needy against your cunt, the vibration shooting straight through your body and when his lips suck your clit hard and his fingers move faster, your orgasm crashes through you, your back arching off the bed. 

“f-fuck, jisung”, you scream, your body shaking as his tongue and fingers keep moving, not letting you rest.

your walls clench around his fingers, your cunt pulsing as you keep coming with a broken scream, your voice cracking on his name as you say it again and again, because it’s the only word you seem to know now. he groans against you like he’s the one coming, his tongue and fingers still moving, not stopping until you’re twitching from overstimulation.

you’re still panting hard when you tug his curls, pulling him up your body as he crawls over you, his mouth shiny with your juices, and you drag him into a messy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. as you kiss, you feel him humping against your thigh now, his cock completely hard and leaking through his boxers, leaving a wet streak on your skin with every desperate move.

your hand slips between your bodies, hooking into his boxers and yanking them down. his cock springs free, thick and hard, the veins standing out along the shaft and the head leaking more pre-cum than you had thought it was possible. you wrap your fingers around it and move your hand, making him shudder above you, his hips jerking into your fist.

you keep kissing as you move your hand, but when you try to push him so he can lie on the bed and you can take him in your mouth, he stops your movements, his eyes wide and pleading.

“please, y/n”, he breathes against your lips, his voice hoarse, “don’t. i… i need you. just… keep kissing me. please”

you can’t say no to him and those eyes. 

you pull him back into another kiss while your hand keeps moving around his cock. your movements grow faster, your thumb swiping over the tip. he moans into your mouth, his hips thrusting into your hand and his tongue sliding against yours like he can’t get enough.

dirtypup: holy shit i wish it was my cock

midnightwolf: stroking my cock so hard right now

cumslut: look at that dick omg

artprince69: he’s gonna paint her body with his cum fuck

“like that… yeah. p-please”, he breaks the kiss just enough to speak, his lips brushing yours with every word.

he kisses you again, his tongue moving desperately against yours now. his cock throbs in your hand and before you realise what’s happening, he comes hard, his cum shooting across your stomach, streaking your thighs and splattering your breasts. he keeps kissing you through it, moaning into your mouth while his hips jerk and his release paints your skin, warm and sticky, but he refuses to pull away from you - not that you really want him to - as his lips stay locked on yours like he needs the contact more than air. 

the kiss turns wet and desperate, neither of you willing to pull away to even breathe. when you finally break it, a thin string of spit stretches between you before snapping. you hold his gaze, his pupils blown wide as he looks at you, and then, you drag two fingers through his cum on your body and then you lift them to your mouth without looking away from him.

han’s breath catches hard, his eyes following every movement as you push your fingers between your lips and suck them clean, your tongue swirling around his cum. a broken whimper slips out of him, high and needy.

“fuck… fuck, y/n”, he gasps, his voice cracking.

leethighs: he’s literally shaking

artprince69: that was so hot fuck

maknaeontop: she can lick my cum too

cumslut: look at his face he’s gone 

han’s cock twitches against your thigh, already hard again. he moans louder, his hips jerking forward, and he crashes back into your mouth like he can’t survive without it now that he’s had a taste. the kiss turns frantic as his whimpers vibrate straight into you. he sounds completely wrecked, little broken sounds spilling between every slide of lips. 

you feel him moving, one of his hands moving between your bodies until the tip of his cock drags through your folds. the blunt pressure against your entrance makes you gasp into the kiss and your thighs spread wider on instinct.

“please”, you whisper against his mouth, your voice showing how desperate you are, “jisung, fuck me. i need you inside me right now”

he whines, as he presses his forehead to yours, and then pushes forward, stretching you open until he sinks all the way in with one slow and trembling thrust. your walls clench around him and you both moan loud enough for all your viewers to hear.

edgequeen: fuck they are so hot

princessonline: i wanna be her so bad

han starts moving, his hips rolling deep and steady at first and then faster as his need overtakes him. every thrust punches a moan out of you that he swallows greedily, kissing you like he’s starving. your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper and closer to you, and he answers with harder snaps of his hips against yours.

“god, you feel so good”, he pants between kisses, “so tight- f-fuck, i can’t stop”

“don’t stop”, you beg him, your voice shaking, “harder- please, ji… jisung, fuck me harder”

he obeys you, pounding into you now. his mouth never leaves yours for more than a second, desperate to keep tasting you while his cock moves in and out of you. you clench around him every time he bottoms out and he whimpers each time, the sound almost pained with how good it feels.

you know people are still commenting and sending money, but neither of you can focus on anything else other than the way your bodies slam together and the endless and messy kisses you share. your hands claw at his back, his curls, anything to keep him closer to you while you beg for more between every thrust.

“ji- jisung, i’m close. don’t stop, please don’t stop-”

“i’m right there”, he says, his voice wrecked, “come with me. fuck, y/n, come on my cock”

your orgasm hits first, your walls pulsing hard around him and you let out a broken cry muffled against his mouth. the feeling drags him over the edge too as he buries himself deep and comes with a long and shaking moan. you keep kissing through your orgasms, your tongues sliding together, both of you trembling and gasping into each other’s mouths as the aftershocks roll through you, his cum leaking out of you around his cock.

when your climaxes finally end, both of you are panting, your foreheads pressed together and your chests breathing hard. you blink up at him, still trembling, and brush a damp curl off his forehead.

“you okay?”, you whisper.

he doesn’t answer right away. his eyes are glassy and his pupils blown, locked on your face like he’s drowning in it and then, a low and broken groan leaves his throat.

“i need to taste you again”, he says, his voice almost frantic, “p-please- fuck, i have to-”

before you can even react, he’s sliding down your body, his mouth already open. he pushes your thighs apart with shaky hands and then buries his face between your legs like a man starved. his tongue drags though your folds and rips a scream from your throat. your back arches hard off the bed as he licks deep, sucking at your entrance, then flattening his tongue over your swollen clit.

cumslut: holy fuck i’m fingering myself so hard right now

strongspear: look at his tongue disappearing inside her

user69: i wish i was between them licking both of them 

he moans into your cunt, his hands gripping your thighs and pulling you down onto his mouth as he devours you again. you can’t stop your hips from rolling, grinding against his tongue and lips, riding his face while he eats you out like he’ll die without it.

“jisung- oh my god, jisung!”, you cry, your thighs shaking around his head.

he doesn’t slow down, if anything, he gets more desperate, his tongue flicking your clit before moving back inside you, his nose pressed against you as he breathes you in. another orgasm crashes through you then, as you scream his name and your hips jerk against his face, but he doesn’t stop. he keeps licking you through it, sucking your clit and making another wave of pleasure start inside your body as soon as the other finishes.

“i- i can’t- jisung, i need to breathe-”, you gasp, your voice cracking, but he only moans louder and keeps eating you out, his mouth all over you like he’s lost all control. 

aussielord: i’m coming watching this fuck

dirtypup: he’s literally drinking her

edgequeen: i’m so wet i’m dripping on my chair 

you feel another orgasm building, stronger and deeper. han’s eyes flick up to meet yours, dark and wild, never breaking contact as his tongue works you relentlessly and that’s what pushes you over this time. your whole body locks up and then explodes, a powerful gush sprays from you, soaking his lips and chin. he groans like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted and keeps drinking you down, his tongue lapping at every drop while you writhe and scream.

the orgasm rips through you so hard your vision whites out as your body arches off the bed. your thighs clamp around his head, your hips bucking uncontrollably as you squirt, and still he doesn’t stop, he keeps licking and sucking, moaning into your oversensitive cunt until you’re shaking so much you can barely speak.

“ji- jisung- too much… o-oversensitive”, you finally manage to whimper.

he pulls back, his lips shiny and swollen, as he breaths hard. he presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, then the trembling skin just above your core, while you twitch and gasp through the aftershocks. he moves up your body slowly, his face still glistening with your juices and then he leans in close until his nose almost brushes yours, his breath warm and shaky against your mouth.

“you okay?”, he asks you this time, his voice hoarse from how hard he’d been moaning into you.

you can’t answer him, your brain feels scrambled and your body is still twitching from your orgasms. all you can do is look at him, because now you are the one that’s completely lost in the sight of him - his flushed cheeks, the way his curls stick to his damp forehead and the raw hunger still burning in his eyes. 

without a word you reach up, grab the back of his neck and drag him down to kiss him again. you moan against his lips, your arms wrapping tight around his shoulders, trying to pull him closer to you even though there’s no space left between your bodies.

his palms stroke your sides while your hands roam everywhere, everywhere you can reach. every kiss feels heavier, more intimate, like you’re both pouring everything into each other without needing to speak.

midnightwolf: my cock is throbbing so bad right now

cumslut: they look so gone for each other it’s hot as fuck

princessonline: i came twice and i’m still wet 

you keep kissing him deeper, your legs tangling with his, as your hands keep exploring every inch of skin that you can reach. then han breaks the kiss and turns his head towards the phone. he reaches over and without saying anything, he taps the screen and ends the livestream, the chat disappearing then. he turns towards you and kisses you again, his lips brushing yours with a tenderness that is new, nothing like the kisses you’ve shared until now, like he’s checking every inch of you is still there and still wants him. 

his hand cups your cheek, his thumb stroking gently along your jaw as his mouth moves against yours in unhurried presses.

“you okay?”, he asks you again between kisses.

you nod your head, trying to catch your breath before he kisses you again.

“yeah, i’m okay”, you say as your fingers trace the line of his collarbone, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your palm, “and you?”

he gives a small and shaky laugh and nods his head, “i’m good”

for a long moment you just stay like that, your bodies tangled together and neither of you looking away from each other. your fingers keep moving in lazy patterns over his body while his hands rest on your hips, his thumbs stroking slow circles there.

eventually you break the silence, “do you think we made enough money?”

something flickers across his face, so quick it’s almost hidden. disappointment maybe? it’s gone before you can be sure, replaced by a soft and careful smile.

“i hope so”, he says quietly, “we really need it”

you tilt your head, studying him, “what’s wrong?”

han exhales then, the sound shaky. his gaze drops for a second before he forces it back up to meet yours.

“i just… i know we need the money, i really do, and that’s why we did this but… fuck, i love you, y/n. i’ve loved you for a while now and having you like this today, i… i don’t wanna stop doing this, but i don’t want it to be for a livestream or to get money. i want you, just you. and maybe you don’t want me the same way and that’s okay, i just… i needed to say it because i feel like i’m gonna lose my mind”

the words tumble out faster, spiraling, and you can’t do anything, just lie there as you look at him.

“i mean, i know this started as a stupid idea to get the money and i’m probably ruining everything right now but… this felt real to me and i can’t pretend it didn’t and if you don’t feel the same way, i’ll shut up and we can just-”

you cut him off with a kiss, firm and deep, your hands sliding into his curls to hold him there. he makes a surprised sound against your lips but melts into it almost instantly, his lips parting as your tongues slide together again. when you finally pull back, his eyes are wide and his cheeks are flushed darker than before. 

“i love you too”, you say, your voice steady even though your heart is hammering, “and i’ve wanted you for longer than i even let myself admit. so stop spiraling, jisung”

he laughs softly and then surges forward and kisses you again, like he’s trying to pour everything he never said into the press of his mouth against yours. your legs tangle together tighter, your bodies pressing close once more as the kiss turns heated but still soft and tender, exploring what this confession could lead to.

when you break apart this time, breathless and smiling, you murmur against his lips, “this is not exactly the most romantic confession, huh?”

han laughs, the sound warm and shaky against your lips, “yeah… but it’s ours”, he says and then leans in to kiss you once more, already knowing he will never get tired of the feeling of your lips against his.

“but we’re never telling hyunjin and felix how we confessed”

a/n: sweet nerd jisung oh my goddddddd how are we feeling 🥵 and now... it's almost time for our juicy men, our red lights duo, buckle up everyone 😎

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well, that got out of hand

pairing: han x reader

genre: friends to lovers; smut

wc: 6.1k

warnings: unprotected sex; pussy drunk han; dry humping; fingering; handjob; oral sex (f!receiving); begging; overstimulation; cum play; squirting; voyeurism; exhibitionism

summary: tuition is really expensive, so expensive that when your friends joke about you and han doing a livestream together to get money, you actually consider doing it. it’s just one livestream with your best friend so you both can get some cash, a stupid idea that might become the best one you’ve ever had

live: unfiltered series

the café near the campus is always crowded after the afternoon classes. students occupy almost every table, their laptops open beside their half-finished coffees and all of the conversations blending into one constant hum. 

han sits next to you, lazily stirring the whipped cream into his coffee even though it’s already completely mixed. felix sits in front of you, his bag already abandoned on the floor, while hyunjin sits next to him, stretching in his chair like he has absolutely nowhere else to be. 

“so”, felix says, “are we officially dead?”

hyunjin laughs, “i’ve been dead since the year started”

“you’re so dramatic”, han says.

hyunjin points at him, “says you!”

han raises an eyebrow, “i’m not dramatic”

you shake your head with a laugh, “jisung… you are just as dramatic as hyunjin”

he gasps and felix grins shamelessly.

“i can’t believe you two”, han says as he looks at you then at felix, shaking his head before he takes a sip of his drink, “you two are awful friends”

“no, we’re amazing friends”, felix corrects him. 

you laugh again and then start talking about your classes and your professors and the impossible amount of reading that each of them somehow believes is reasonable - it’s not, you all stand by that.

“i have an exam next monday, a presentation the day after, then another exam the following day, and two reports due before friday”, hyunjin says as he sighs and places a hand over his chest.

you blink, “how are those all in the same week?”

he shakes his head, “i don’t know. i’m honestly thinking about jumping off of very tall somethings”

“did your professors plan it together?”, felix asks him.

“i think they formed a secret committee", hyunjin says.

han chuckles, “the committee against student happiness and free time”

“exactly”, hyunjin says before he sighs and then raises his coffee, “to surviving another semester”

you all laugh and lift your cups.

“to surviving”

you clink them together and then continue talking, or maybe complaining is a more appropriate word for what you are doing there. as hyunjin and felix are talking about the exam felix took the other day, han sighs and then leans back in his chair.

“our shift tomorrow starts at seven”, he tells you.

you groan, “please don’t remind me”

felix hears you talking and then winces, “oh, are you two opening again?”

you and han work together in the café and even though today it’s your day off - which is something that happens once in a while - you work there most of the days, your shifts always together.

“yeah”, you say as you lean back in your chair like han did.

“didn’t you close last night?”, hyunjin asks.

“we did, yeah”, han says, nodding his head.

“and you have to open tomorrow? that’s evil”, hyunjin says.

“it pays”, you say with a shrug.

“barely”, han mutters.

you sigh and take another sip of your drink.

“everything okay?”, felix says as he looks between you.

han gives a small shrug, “yeah”

“you sure?”, hyunjin asks this time.

han exhales through his nose, “yeah, it’s just… tuition”

you lower your eyes to your coffee, “my payment deadline is next month”

“mine too”, han says.

felix frowns, “i thought your jobs at the café were helping”

“they help”, you say, “they just don’t help enough”

han rubs the back of his neck, “there’s so much stuff going on that comes before that, like groceries, our books… and by the time everything’s paid, well… there isn’t much left”

hyunjin’s face softens, feeling a bit sorry for you both, “i didn’t realise it was that bad”

“we didn’t really tell anyone”, you say.

“it’s embarrassing”, han says.

“it shouldn’t be”, felix says immediately, “a lot of students struggle with tuition”

“i know but it just feels…”, you say as you try to find the correct word, “frustrating”

han lets out a quiet laugh without any humour in it, “we keep picking up extra shifts, but then we miss study time and if we study less, our grades suffer”

felix sighs, “it’s a never ending cycle”

you both hum, none of you disagreeing because that’s what is currently happening. 

“there has to be something”, hyunjin says as he taps his fingers against his coffee cup.

“we’ve tried everything: scholarships, financial aid, selling old books or stuff… but nothing”, han says.

“maybe another job?”, felix asks.

you smile weakly, “i don’t think there’s enough time in the day. we already work here almost every day”

“including weekends”, han adds.

hyunjin watches the two of you for another second before he speaks again, “what about making money online?”

han looks at him, “online?”

“yeah”

han snorts, “you overestimate how interesting we are”

“no, what i’m trying to say is…”, hyunjin says, “there is one type of livestream that makes people a lot of money”

“what do you mean?”, you ask him, feeling a bit lost. 

hyunjin scratches the back of his neck, suddenly looking amused by his own suggestion.

“you know…”, he says as he gestures vaguely with both hands, “that type of livestream”

you and han exchange equally confused looks and then felix, unlike hyunjin, doesn’t dance around the subject. 

“have sex on camera”, he says it plainly. 

you stare at hyunjin then at felix, convinced for a second that you misheard him, “... what?”

han blinks and his mouth opens slightly before closing again, “you can’t be serious”, he finally says.

hyunjin shrugs, “i’m serious”

you feel heat immediately rush to your face, “so you’re saying…”, you begin before your own sentence trails off.

hyunjin winces a little and then raises his hands a bit as to defend himself, “i mean- it was just an idea”

“an idea? you call that an idea?”, han repeats, his voice climbing an octave.

“you said you need money”, felix says.

“yeah, but we didn’t ask how to destroy our dignity”, han says as he moves his hands around.

“i didn’t say you had to actually do it, it was just an idea”, hyunjin says slowly, trying to calm you both down.

han lets out an incredulous laugh, “i can’t believe we’re even having this conversation”

you risk a glance at him and unfortunately, he looks at you at exactly the same moment. your eyes meet for less than a second and then, you both look away again, an awkward silence settling over you.

hyunjin raises his hands again, “hey, it was only an idea, okay?”

“we’re not forcing you to do it”, felix continues.

“i just threw it out there because people really do make good money”, hyunjin says. 

“yeah, and it isn’t always…”, felix speaks again, searching for the right words, “just, you know, people having sex on camera”

han slowly looks up, “what do you mean?”

“i mean that there are different kinds of livestreams”, felix continues, “sometimes people just… kiss and make out, others touch each other a little, and yeah, others have sex. there are viewers for all of it, you don’t necessarily have to go all the way on camera if you don’t want to”

han sits perfectly still beside you and you don’t need to look at him to know he’s just as uncomfortable as you are. not because of what hyunjin and felix are saying, but because your brain immediately pictures the impossible scenario: you and han, together, having sex while strangers watch you. 

you squeeze your eyes shut for the briefest moment before forcing the image away.

“that’s insane”, han says, but you can tell his voice lacks the certainty it had a minute ago.

felix doesn’t argue, “i’m not saying it isn’t, i’m just saying people do it”

you keep staring at your drink as han looks at felix and hyunjin, none of you daring to look at each other.

hyunjin looks at you before he speaks again, “you don’t have to decide anything right now, we’re not trying to pressure you”, he says, as felix nods his head, “it was just something that came to mind. just think about it and if you hate the idea that much, then that’s the end of it”

neither han nor you respond, you simply sit there, your eyes fixed anywhere except on each other, while the conversation dies away and the thought lingers far longer than either of you wants to admit.

that night, you’re lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling as you think about what hyunjin and felix said before. you think how ridiculous and embarrassing it would be, but your brain keeps working against you - tuition, bills, groceries and everything else, the numbers line up in your head without even trying.

every paycheck from the café disappears almost as soon as it arrives, every month is another balancing act. you’re exhausted, because no matter what you do, it’s still not enough.

what if you actually did it?

the thought slips in before you can stop it. you think again about how embarrassing it would be but you also know that if you ever did something like that, there is only one person you could imagine yourself doing it with. 

han.

simply because he’s just han, your best friend. if you ever had to make yourself that vulnerable, you know you’d feel safer with him than with anyone else.

you roll onto your side, hugging your pillow against your chest. you wonder if you brought it up this time, if he would even consider it, or if he would think poorly of you or look at you any different. he has been one of the closest people in your life for years and the last thing you want is to make things awkward between you over something like this.

maybe you should forget it, pretend that conversation never happened and find another solution somehow, even if you have absolutely no idea what that solution could be. you turn in your bed again and then, your phone buzzes on the bedside table. you reach over and pick it up, seeing the screen light up with a new text from han. you stare at his name for a bit and then open his text.

han: should we talk about it?

breathe in, breathe out, and then repeat, again and again. 

that’s what you tell yourself as you sit in your bed wearing only your light pink lingerie as han sits beside you in only his black boxers, none of you daring to look at each other yet.

a couple of nights ago, just after han had texted you, you told him to come over to your dorm, the conversation far too important to have it over text. as soon as he arrived and you sat together, the conversation started awkwardly, painfully awkwardly, but both of you knew what was coming: both of you knew you had to do the livestream, part of you knew it was because you needed the money and another part was because deep down you knew that  even though you had acted strongly against it at the beginning, it was the opposite now. 

you both wanted to do it, but still, it was a bit awkward and strange. well, very awkward and strange.

you spent hours trying to think of how to do it, talking about trust and boundaries, about what you would do if either of you were uncomfortable during the livestream, how to stop if one of you changed your mind.

“if either of us says we’re done”, you had said, “then we’re done”

“yeah, i agree”, han said as he nodded his head.

you had said that you would only do it once, that you would hopefully get the money you needed and that’s it, you’re done. then you both said that you weren’t going to tell anyone you were doing this, not even hyunjin and felix, and that you would never talk about this again, han had shaken his head strongly at that. 

“so… are we actually doing this?”, he asked you once you had discussed everything.

you looked at him, and then nodded your head, “yeah, i guess we are”

that was then, and now, it’s the moment of truth. 

your phone is right in front of you, the web ready and the only thing you need to do is press the button and the livestream will finally start, just one tap and everything will change. you look at han from the corner of your eye, his curly hair and his glasses doing nothing to hide how nervous he is right now. you’re nervous too, of course, but seeing him like that, next to you… you can’t deny that the sight is going straight to your core, making you press your thighs together, and you hope he doesn’t realise what you’re doing. 

“you can still back out”, you hear him say suddenly.

you turn to look at him properly and you find him already looking at you.

“so can you”, you tell him.

“i know”

for another long moment, neither of you moves as you sit there, trying to convince yourselves that the decision you’ve made is one you can follow through on and hoping that once it’s over, it won’t make things awkward between you. 

breathe in, breathe out.

the words loop in your head like a mantra, but they do nothing to calm the nervous flutter in your stomach or the slick warmth already gathering in your panties. after another pause, you speak again, your voice low but steady.

“jisung… are you ready?”

han swallows hard, his eyes flicking to yours again, wide behind his glasses. he nods his head once, then again, more firmly this time.

“yeah, i think so”

your fingers tremble as you reach for your phone and then, you press the live button. the counter starts with no viewers and then climbs almost instantly, people already entering the stream and the messages start before you can even wave to the camera. 

you lift your hand and smile, trying to look confident even though your pulse is hammering and your hand is shaking.

“hey everyone… hi”

han leans forwards slightly and gives a small and awkward bow. you reach out without thinking, your palm landing on his shoulder to stop him mid-motion. he freezes, his eyes widening, clearly worried he’s already messed up. 

princessonline: omg first-timers??

cumslut: you two look so cute together 

you laugh, the sound a little shaky, and then you rub your arm, “yeah… it’s our first time doing… this”, you say as you feel your cheeks burning.

han clears his throat, his voice cracking as he speaks, “we’re… uh… we’re doing this because we need money for university and-”

your hand shoots out again, your fingers wrapping around his wrist.

“jisung! you don’t have to say that”, you whisper sharply, your eyes wide.

he stares at you, his cheeks flushing deep red, his glasses slipping down his nose. the chat goes wild.

midnightwolf: this is gonna be fun 

edgequeen: protect them at all costs

the donations start coming in and the numbers climb on screen. you breathe in and out again and then turn towards han, your knees brushing his as he turns to look at you at the same time. your faces are inches apart now and neither of you knows exactly how to start. your hands hover uselessly in the space between you and then you both lean in for a kiss, but you tilt in the same direction and bump foreheads instead. a nervous laugh escapes you and then you try again, the opposite side this time, and your noses brush awkwardly.

he lifts his hand, a bit hesitant, then he moves it towards your breast, over the pink lace. his palm is warm and you feel his fingers trembling, the contact sending a jolt straight between your legs. 

“oh, for fuck’s sake”, you mutter under your breath and then, you slide your hand up to the back of his neck, your fingers threading into his curly hair and then you pull him in.

this time your mouths meet properly, soft at first and then firmer, your lips parting. his glasses bump your cheek and you feel him exhale shakily against your mouth. the kiss deepens, your tongues brushing together and then your other hand moves to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. 

the comments keep coming but they fade into background noise as han’s thumb brushes over your nipple through the thin fabric, drawing a soft sound from your throat. the nervousness is still there, but it’s mixing with something hotter now, something that makes you press closer to him, your thighs parting slightly on the bed.

han’s mouth moves against yours with growing hunger, his tongue sliding in to taste you while his hand stays cupped over your breast. your fingers stay tangled in his curls, tugging every time a spark shoots down your spine.

dirtypup: holy shit they’re actually going for it

artprince69: first time my ass look at them

you moan into his mouth when his other hand finds your waist, pulling you closer to him. without breaking the kiss you move forward, swinging one leg over his lap so you’re straddling him, your knees on either side of his hips. the moment your body settles on top of him, you break the kiss to look at him, his eyes flying wide behind his glasses, his pupils blown, and his lips parted as he stares up at you like he’s forgotten how to breathe. you can see it in his face, he’s completely lost in you and in the feel of your body pressing down on his cock. 

you lean in again, capturing his mouth with more urgency this time. your hips roll experimentally, grinding your soaked panties against his cock which makes him groan against your lips. you keep moving, your cunt sliding along his cock through your underwear and every roll of your hips makes his cock throb harder beneath you.

strongspear: she’s riding him already fuck

maknaeontop: look how wet she is 

frustration and desire mix in your chest. you stop the kiss again and then reach up, yank his glasses off his face and toss them somewhere behind you without caring where they land or even if they break. the second they’re gone, you crash your mouth back onto his, kissing him messily and nipping at his lower lip. his hands move to grip your hips now, guiding your movements as you grind down harder, his cock pressing right against your entrance. 

you can feel how soaked you’re getting, the fabric between you turning slippery, and his boxers are damp too. the pre-cum already leaking through and mixing with your arousal.

he suddenly flips you both, surprising you as his arms lift and turn you until your back hits the mattress and he’s hovering over you, lying between your legs. his curly hair falls forward, brushing your forehead as he looks down at you, breathing hard. his hands slide up your ribs, his fingers hooking under the thin straps of your bra and then he tugs them down slowly, freeing your breasts. cool air hits your nipples before his warm mouth closes over one of them, sucking gently as his tongue flicks it. you arch into him with a soft cry, your hands moving behind your back to unhook your bra and take it off, before you move your hands to the back of his head to hold him there. 

he moves to the other nipple, sucking and biting while one of his hands trails down your stomach. his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear and he drags them down your thighs, peeling the soaked fabric away until you’re completely naked. he tosses them aside as his eyes stay locked on your glistening cunt, he’s completely drunk on the sight of you spread open under him.

he lowers himself between your thighs, his shoulders pushing your legs open wider. his hot breath ghosts over your folds for a second before his tongue drags a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. 

“j-jisung!”, you say, a broken moan tearing from your throat at the contact.

he does it again, firmer this time, then he closes his lips around your clit and sucks. two of his fingers slide into your dripping cunt at the same time, curling inside you as he tries to find that spot inside you.

aussielord: eating her out already fuck 

user69: she’s so wet it’s dripping down his chin

leethighs: i wish it was my mouth on her

his fingers move inside you while his tongue works tight circles around your clit, your juices coating his fingers and mouth and the sheets beneath you. your thighs tremble on either side of his head and you reach down blindly, your fingers threading back into his curls, holding him exactly where you need him as the pressure builds fast between your legs. 

han moans against your cunt like he’s the one being pleasured, his other hand keeping you spread as he devours you. you can only focus on his mouth on you, on his fingers inside you and the way he looks up at you every few seconds with those dark and desperate eyes, like he could stay between your legs forever if you let him. 

his tongue presses against your clit while his fingers curl deep inside you and your hips jerk up against his mouth. he moans low and needy against your cunt, the vibration shooting straight through your body and when his lips suck your clit hard and his fingers move faster, your orgasm crashes through you, your back arching off the bed. 

“f-fuck, jisung”, you scream, your body shaking as his tongue and fingers keep moving, not letting you rest.

your walls clench around his fingers, your cunt pulsing as you keep coming with a broken scream, your voice cracking on his name as you say it again and again, because it’s the only word you seem to know now. he groans against you like he’s the one coming, his tongue and fingers still moving, not stopping until you’re twitching from overstimulation.

you’re still panting hard when you tug his curls, pulling him up your body as he crawls over you, his mouth shiny with your juices, and you drag him into a messy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. as you kiss, you feel him humping against your thigh now, his cock completely hard and leaking through his boxers, leaving a wet streak on your skin with every desperate move.

your hand slips between your bodies, hooking into his boxers and yanking them down. his cock springs free, thick and hard, the veins standing out along the shaft and the head leaking more pre-cum than you had thought it was possible. you wrap your fingers around it and move your hand, making him shudder above you, his hips jerking into your fist.

you keep kissing as you move your hand, but when you try to push him so he can lie on the bed and you can take him in your mouth, he stops your movements, his eyes wide and pleading.

“please, y/n”, he breathes against your lips, his voice hoarse, “don’t. i… i need you. just… keep kissing me. please”

you can’t say no to him and those eyes. 

you pull him back into another kiss while your hand keeps moving around his cock. your movements grow faster, your thumb swiping over the tip. he moans into your mouth, his hips thrusting into your hand and his tongue sliding against yours like he can’t get enough.

dirtypup: holy shit i wish it was my cock

midnightwolf: stroking my cock so hard right now

cumslut: look at that dick omg

artprince69: he’s gonna paint her body with his cum fuck

“like that… yeah. p-please”, he breaks the kiss just enough to speak, his lips brushing yours with every word.

he kisses you again, his tongue moving desperately against yours now. his cock throbs in your hand and before you realise what’s happening, he comes hard, his cum shooting across your stomach, streaking your thighs and splattering your breasts. he keeps kissing you through it, moaning into your mouth while his hips jerk and his release paints your skin, warm and sticky, but he refuses to pull away from you - not that you really want him to - as his lips stay locked on yours like he needs the contact more than air. 

the kiss turns wet and desperate, neither of you willing to pull away to even breathe. when you finally break it, a thin string of spit stretches between you before snapping. you hold his gaze, his pupils blown wide as he looks at you, and then, you drag two fingers through his cum on your body and then you lift them to your mouth without looking away from him.

han’s breath catches hard, his eyes following every movement as you push your fingers between your lips and suck them clean, your tongue swirling around his cum. a broken whimper slips out of him, high and needy.

“fuck… fuck, y/n”, he gasps, his voice cracking.

leethighs: he’s literally shaking

artprince69: that was so hot fuck

maknaeontop: she can lick my cum too

cumslut: look at his face he’s gone 

han’s cock twitches against your thigh, already hard again. he moans louder, his hips jerking forward, and he crashes back into your mouth like he can’t survive without it now that he’s had a taste. the kiss turns frantic as his whimpers vibrate straight into you. he sounds completely wrecked, little broken sounds spilling between every slide of lips. 

you feel him moving, one of his hands moving between your bodies until the tip of his cock drags through your folds. the blunt pressure against your entrance makes you gasp into the kiss and your thighs spread wider on instinct.

“please”, you whisper against his mouth, your voice showing how desperate you are, “jisung, fuck me. i need you inside me right now”

he whines, as he presses his forehead to yours, and then pushes forward, stretching you open until he sinks all the way in with one slow and trembling thrust. your walls clench around him and you both moan loud enough for all your viewers to hear.

edgequeen: fuck they are so hot

princessonline: i wanna be her so bad

han starts moving, his hips rolling deep and steady at first and then faster as his need overtakes him. every thrust punches a moan out of you that he swallows greedily, kissing you like he’s starving. your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper and closer to you, and he answers with harder snaps of his hips against yours.

“god, you feel so good”, he pants between kisses, “so tight- f-fuck, i can’t stop”

“don’t stop”, you beg him, your voice shaking, “harder- please, ji… jisung, fuck me harder”

he obeys you, pounding into you now. his mouth never leaves yours for more than a second, desperate to keep tasting you while his cock moves in and out of you. you clench around him every time he bottoms out and he whimpers each time, the sound almost pained with how good it feels.

you know people are still commenting and sending money, but neither of you can focus on anything else other than the way your bodies slam together and the endless and messy kisses you share. your hands claw at his back, his curls, anything to keep him closer to you while you beg for more between every thrust.

“ji- jisung, i’m close. don’t stop, please don’t stop-”

“i’m right there”, he says, his voice wrecked, “come with me. fuck, y/n, come on my cock”

your orgasm hits first, your walls pulsing hard around him and you let out a broken cry muffled against his mouth. the feeling drags him over the edge too as he buries himself deep and comes with a long and shaking moan. you keep kissing through your orgasms, your tongues sliding together, both of you trembling and gasping into each other’s mouths as the aftershocks roll through you, his cum leaking out of you around his cock.

when your climaxes finally end, both of you are panting, your foreheads pressed together and your chests breathing hard. you blink up at him, still trembling, and brush a damp curl off his forehead.

“you okay?”, you whisper.

he doesn’t answer right away. his eyes are glassy and his pupils blown, locked on your face like he’s drowning in it and then, a low and broken groan leaves his throat.

“i need to taste you again”, he says, his voice almost frantic, “p-please- fuck, i have to-”

before you can even react, he’s sliding down your body, his mouth already open. he pushes your thighs apart with shaky hands and then buries his face between your legs like a man starved. his tongue drags though your folds and rips a scream from your throat. your back arches hard off the bed as he licks deep, sucking at your entrance, then flattening his tongue over your swollen clit.

cumslut: holy fuck i’m fingering myself so hard right now

strongspear: look at his tongue disappearing inside her

user69: i wish i was between them licking both of them 

he moans into your cunt, his hands gripping your thighs and pulling you down onto his mouth as he devours you again. you can’t stop your hips from rolling, grinding against his tongue and lips, riding his face while he eats you out like he’ll die without it.

“jisung- oh my god, jisung!”, you cry, your thighs shaking around his head.

he doesn’t slow down, if anything, he gets more desperate, his tongue flicking your clit before moving back inside you, his nose pressed against you as he breathes you in. another orgasm crashes through you then, as you scream his name and your hips jerk against his face, but he doesn’t stop. he keeps licking you through it, sucking your clit and making another wave of pleasure start inside your body as soon as the other finishes.

“i- i can’t- jisung, i need to breathe-”, you gasp, your voice cracking, but he only moans louder and keeps eating you out, his mouth all over you like he’s lost all control. 

aussielord: i’m coming watching this fuck

dirtypup: he’s literally drinking her

edgequeen: i’m so wet i’m dripping on my chair 

you feel another orgasm building, stronger and deeper. han’s eyes flick up to meet yours, dark and wild, never breaking contact as his tongue works you relentlessly and that’s what pushes you over this time. your whole body locks up and then explodes, a powerful gush sprays from you, soaking his lips and chin. he groans like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted and keeps drinking you down, his tongue lapping at every drop while you writhe and scream.

the orgasm rips through you so hard your vision whites out as your body arches off the bed. your thighs clamp around his head, your hips bucking uncontrollably as you squirt, and still he doesn’t stop, he keeps licking and sucking, moaning into your oversensitive cunt until you’re shaking so much you can barely speak.

“ji- jisung- too much… o-oversensitive”, you finally manage to whimper.

he pulls back, his lips shiny and swollen, as he breaths hard. he presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, then the trembling skin just above your core, while you twitch and gasp through the aftershocks. he moves up your body slowly, his face still glistening with your juices and then he leans in close until his nose almost brushes yours, his breath warm and shaky against your mouth.

“you okay?”, he asks you this time, his voice hoarse from how hard he’d been moaning into you.

you can’t answer him, your brain feels scrambled and your body is still twitching from your orgasms. all you can do is look at him, because now you are the one that’s completely lost in the sight of him - his flushed cheeks, the way his curls stick to his damp forehead and the raw hunger still burning in his eyes. 

without a word you reach up, grab the back of his neck and drag him down to kiss him again. you moan against his lips, your arms wrapping tight around his shoulders, trying to pull him closer to you even though there’s no space left between your bodies.

his palms stroke your sides while your hands roam everywhere, everywhere you can reach. every kiss feels heavier, more intimate, like you’re both pouring everything into each other without needing to speak.

midnightwolf: my cock is throbbing so bad right now

cumslut: they look so gone for each other it’s hot as fuck

princessonline: i came twice and i’m still wet 

you keep kissing him deeper, your legs tangling with his, as your hands keep exploring every inch of skin that you can reach. then han breaks the kiss and turns his head towards the phone. he reaches over and without saying anything, he taps the screen and ends the livestream, the chat disappearing then. he turns towards you and kisses you again, his lips brushing yours with a tenderness that is new, nothing like the kisses you’ve shared until now, like he’s checking every inch of you is still there and still wants him. 

his hand cups your cheek, his thumb stroking gently along your jaw as his mouth moves against yours in unhurried presses.

“you okay?”, he asks you again between kisses.

you nod your head, trying to catch your breath before he kisses you again.

“yeah, i’m okay”, you say as your fingers trace the line of his collarbone, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your palm, “and you?”

he gives a small and shaky laugh and nods his head, “i’m good”

for a long moment you just stay like that, your bodies tangled together and neither of you looking away from each other. your fingers keep moving in lazy patterns over his body while his hands rest on your hips, his thumbs stroking slow circles there.

eventually you break the silence, “do you think we made enough money?”

something flickers across his face, so quick it’s almost hidden. disappointment maybe? it’s gone before you can be sure, replaced by a soft and careful smile.

“i hope so”, he says quietly, “we really need it”

you tilt your head, studying him, “what’s wrong?”

han exhales then, the sound shaky. his gaze drops for a second before he forces it back up to meet yours.

“i just… i know we need the money, i really do, and that’s why we did this but… fuck, i love you, y/n. i’ve loved you for a while now and having you like this today, i… i don’t wanna stop doing this, but i don’t want it to be for a livestream or to get money. i want you, just you. and maybe you don’t want me the same way and that’s okay, i just… i needed to say it because i feel like i’m gonna lose my mind”

the words tumble out faster, spiraling, and you can’t do anything, just lie there as you look at him.

“i mean, i know this started as a stupid idea to get the money and i’m probably ruining everything right now but… this felt real to me and i can’t pretend it didn’t and if you don’t feel the same way, i’ll shut up and we can just-”

you cut him off with a kiss, firm and deep, your hands sliding into his curls to hold him there. he makes a surprised sound against your lips but melts into it almost instantly, his lips parting as your tongues slide together again. when you finally pull back, his eyes are wide and his cheeks are flushed darker than before. 

“i love you too”, you say, your voice steady even though your heart is hammering, “and i’ve wanted you for longer than i even let myself admit. so stop spiraling, jisung”

he laughs softly and then surges forward and kisses you again, like he’s trying to pour everything he never said into the press of his mouth against yours. your legs tangle together tighter, your bodies pressing close once more as the kiss turns heated but still soft and tender, exploring what this confession could lead to.

when you break apart this time, breathless and smiling, you murmur against his lips, “this is not exactly the most romantic confession, huh?”

han laughs, the sound warm and shaky against your lips, “yeah… but it’s ours”, he says and then leans in to kiss you once more, already knowing he will never get tired of the feeling of your lips against his.

“but we’re never telling hyunjin and felix how we confessed”

a/n: sweet nerd jisung oh my goddddddd how are we feeling 🥵 and now... it's almost time for our juicy men, our red lights duo, buckle up everyone 😎

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[starlostjisung]

my fellow and lovely writers, do you ever become obsessed with a trope and then end up wanting to write nothing but fics with it??

[seungminogie]

🐶 smiles 131-134/∞

[starlostjisung]

Me this morning:

ME ME MEEEEEEEEEE

[starlostjisung]

congratufuckinglations to whoever is eating him

[starlostjisung]

NAHHH this is straight up insanity hello?!?!

[starlostjisung]

i just reread han’s fic and that was too low in the ranking, it’s definitely top 3 for me

[starlostjisung]

hiii do you think you could do like a doctor based series?! inspo from the kdramas hospital playbook/resident playbook?!

hi love 🩷 i’m really sorry, but i don’t think i could to this one. i very rarely watch hospital related kdramas because they’re a bit triggering for me, so i don’t think i’d be able to write this kind of fic

thank you so much for the suggestion though and i’m really sorry, hope you understand 🫶🏻

[starlostjisung]

a guide to make a friendship weird

pairing: jeongin x reader

genre: friends to lovers; smut

wc: 5.2k

warnings: masturbation (f! and m!); fingering; handjob; dom!jeongin; praising; orgasm denial; edging; begging; squirting; dirty talk; voyeurism; exhibitionism

summary: home alone, a shocking reveal, and unresolved feelings lead to a facetime with your best friend jeongin that should’ve ended after the first two minutes. and if we add a bit of alcohol to the mix, what could possibly go wrong?

live: unfiltered series

you are horny and have been all day.

it’s as simple as that.

you’ve been on holiday for almost a week now, stuck in this family getaway with your cousins running around all day as all of your parents chat nonstop. there’s only two days left until you’re finally back in seoul, back to your normal life, but right now that feels like an eternity.

the restlessness clings to you like a second skin, making everything feel wrong and frustrating all at once. you can’t shake it, that dream that you had last night keeps replaying in your head, pulling at your thoughts no matter how hard you try to push it down. jeongin was there in your dream, your best friend, the same friend you’ve crushed on for longer than you’d admit even to yourself. in your dream, he was fucking you and touching you like you wanted him to and now, your body won’t let it go.

the unrequited part stings the most because you know he doesn’t feel the same way about you, and you know that telling him how you feel risks losing what you already have. it’s better to keep him close as your friend than risk having nothing at all, at least that’s what you think. but the desire burns anyway, mixing with that pain of knowing it’s one-sided, leaving you aching in ways you can’t show. 

you shift in your seat during another meal with your family, trying to focus on the conversation, but your mind drifts back to how the dream made you feel seen and wanted by him. this is not the first time this happens and if you have to be honest, this constant loop of longing and restraint is exhausting. 

the ache between your legs has only grown worse during the day, your thighs pressing together under the table in a futile attempt to ease the throbbing. you need to do something about this, anything to take the edge off before it drives you insane. your mind keeps flashing back to your dream, to jeongin’s hands on you, but you push it aside again.

your mum leans over, smiling as she tells you that everyone is heading out for dinner at a nearby spot that night, something casual and fun to wrap up the day. the idea of sitting through another long meal surrounded by your family makes your stomach twist with frustration and that’s when the lie slips out easily.

“my head hurts”, you say as you rub your temple, “i think i will stay in tonight”

she frowns, concerned about you, and the rest of your family chimes in with questions and offers to stay behind with you. it takes a few minutes of gentle convincing, assuring them it’s just a headache, that you’ll be fine alone and that they should go enjoy themselves, and eventually they give in. some hours later, they grab their things, close the door behind them, and the house finally falls into silence as their voices fade down the driveway.

you’re finally alone. 

you move to your room and lock the door as you enter. your body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve alive with anticipation. your dream isn’t the only reason why you’re like this and you know it, you know exactly why you’re so turned on right now and it’s because your favourite camboy goes live every week at this exact hour. it’s not the first time you see his lives, not even close. you’ve watched almost all of them, your fingers buried deep inside you while his hands stroked his cock on screen, never showing his face, not that you really cared if you’re honest.  

you sit on your bed with your phone ready and you feel your nipples already tight and your cunt wet, your body sensitive from the day’s constant arousal. the livestream is about to start and just thinking about it makes your body tremble. your thoughts drift back to your dream for a moment, mixing with the camboy, but right now all that matters is the livestream that’s about to begin and the orgasm you’re chasing to finally quiet this relentless heat. 

the livestream begins and the boy appears from the neck down, shirtless, his chest on full display under the soft lighting. it’s not too long before the comments start flooding the chat as well as the donations.

cumslut: been waiting all week for this

princessonline: show us how hard you are 

his hand dips beneath the camera frame and then comes up wrapped around his already half-hard cock as he groans. you can’t take it anymore, you tug your shorts and panties down impatiently and then your fingers finally part your folds and you push two fingers inside you, moving them in time with his strokes on screen, imagining it’s his cock stretching you instead.

edgequeen: he’s so big

user69: i wish you were in my throat

he strokes his cock from base to tip, his balls tightening visibly as he grows fully erect. the veins stand out along his cock as the tip keeps leaking steadily. you lie back and then your hips lift off the bed, fucking your own fingers harder. you add another finger, the stretch burning as your juices coat your palm and drip down your body onto the sheets. moans bubble up from your throat every time he groans on screen, his deep sounds making your walls clench around your fingers.

you picture yourself riding him, sinking down on that cock until it hits your deepest spots, his hands gripping your hips while he thrusts up into you and never stops. his hand starts moving faster, the sounds of his stroking matching the noises coming from your cunt. your thumb rubs circles over your clit, your orgasm building fast and hot in your core now.

the unrequited ache for jeongin flickers through your mind for a moment, how badly you wish it was him wanting you like this, touching you like you’re touching yourself, but you shake the thought off and then focus on chasing your release. 

user69: fuck he’s so hot

princessonline: i wanna ride that cock

you look at him, his fingers spreading what his cock is leaking and that’s enough to tip you over. your fingers curl against your spot inside you as your cunt spasms and gushes around them. a broken cry leaves your lips at the same time that the boy’s cock jerks hard as he comes, his cum painting his skin as he milks himself through it with those same guttural groans. 

cumslut: fuck i wanna use my tongue to clean you up

you lie in your bed panting as you start to come down from your orgasm, your body still trembling as you pull your fingers out of you. you see the boy trembling too, his hands moving to grab onto something until he catches his breath, and then, he does something new.

he leans back, the camera angle shifting just enough to reveal his face for the first time, and at that moment, jeongin’s familiar eyes meet the lens. he winks once and then ends the livestream. the screen goes black and your reflection stares back at you, your own wide eyes showing how stunned you feel.

no, no, that couldn’t have been-

your finger shakes as you tap the screen, trying to refresh the page as though somehow that wasn’t the real ending and there was something else, as though your mind had imagined a face that wasn’t really there. of course, nothing happens and the only thing left now is your racing heartbeat.

“... j-jeongin?”

his name barely leaves your lips, sounding foreign in the silence of your room. your best friend, the one you’ve spent countless days with, the same jeongin whose smile has become your favourite thing in the world, the same jeongin that sent you photos of all the hironos he saw because you always said that they reminded you of him.

nothing could have prepared you for this, not a thousand guesses or a million possibilities. if someone had asked you an hour ago to name every person on earth who could secretly be the anonymous camboy you watched, jeongin would have been the very last name to cross your mind.

“oh my god”

you bury your face in your hands as every single livestream flashes through your memory all at once. you think about all the nights you had spent with him after the livestreams finished, the times he had texted you asking if you wanted to grab dinner together, the times he had complained about being tired without ever explaining why, the days he had mysteriously disappeared for a bit before replying to your texts again. 

heat crawls up your neck until your ears feel like they’re on fire. you remember the number of times that you thought about jeongin while you had your fingers buried inside you as you watched the livestreams, how your mind would drift towards him, and then guilt replaces part of the embarrassment that you’re feeling right now, because it is one thing to watch someone and fantasise about your best friend, it’s another thing to watch your best friend with his hands on his cock for everyone to see. 

did he know you watch him?

no, he couldn’t, he had no way of knowing you were one of his viewers. your username wasn’t connected to your real identity and you never sent any comments or donations. you never interacted outside of simply… watching. 

logically, there was no reason he would ever connect you to his account, but logic isn’t helping you right now, your imagination is and your imagination is cruel. 

what if he’d recognised something?

what if there had been some tiny clue?

what if you had ever said something that you don’t remember now?

what if-

“no”, you say as you shake your head and then you force yourself to breathe.

your mind drifts back to the ending, to his wink, and you wonder why he did that today, what made him decide to show his face when he’s never done that before. you keep staring blankly at your phone as the minutes pass, for longer than you realise, as your thoughts circle endlessly.

should you pretend nothing happened? 

should you never mention it?

should you stop watching his livestreams?

would you even be able to look him in the eye when you got back to seoul? 

would he notice something was different?

it’s in the middle of these thoughts when your phone suddenly rings so loud that you jump on your bed, the sound slicing through the silence. your heart lurches when you look at the screen and you see a facetime call filling the screen.

it’s from jeongin, of course.

your breath catches as the phone continues ringing in your trembling hands. normally, you’d answer as soon as you saw him calling you, but today, your thumb hovers uselessly over the screen, not letting you answer it.

you can’t face him, at least not right now. the ringing continues and you imagine him waiting on the other side, completely unaware of the storm currently unfolding inside your head. the call ends and the silence crashes back into your room. another wave of guilt washes over you because you never ignore his calls, never. if anything, he’s usually the one who forgets to answer sometimes because he leaves his phone god knows where.

you inhale slowly through your nose, hold it and then exhale. it helps you a bit but your pulse is still far too fast. you push yourself upright on the bed, only then becoming painfully aware of your current state - you’re still half naked. you stand up and walk towards the wardrobe, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear and some shorts before you move to the bathroom attached to your room. 

you lean against the sink for a second, staring at the mirror and you barely recognise yourself, your cheeks still flushed and your eyes still open wide. you turn on the tap, splashing cool water over your face and then you grab a towel, cleaning yourself up. once you’re clean enough, you put the panties and shorts on before you return to your bed, sitting cross-legged on it with your phone resting in your lap. 

you stare at jeongin’s contact for nearly a minute - you could pretend you never saw his call or you could text him instead, saying you were out and couldn’t talk right now, but you decide against it because you know that would only make things worse, he’d already know something was wrong. 

you take one deep breath and then press the button and before the second ring can even start, jeongin appears on your screen.

“finally!”

his grin is immediate, warm enough to soften inside you the part of you that was screaming at you not to do this. his hair looks slightly damp, as though he’d showered not too long ago.

“hey”, you manage to say.

his smile widens, “you missed my call”

“i know”, you say before you clear your throat, “i was… in the bathroom”

“it’s fine, don’t worry”, he says, and then he studies your face, his smile softening almost imperceptibly, “you okay?”

your stomach tightens because he’s too observant, he’s always been that way with you.

“yeah, i’m fine”

“you sure?”

“mmhm”, you say, nodding your head.

“you don’t sound very convincing”, he says.

you force a small laugh, “yeah, i just… didn’t sleep much last night”

his eyebrows lift, “really?”

“yeah”

“are you that excited to see me again?”, he says, teasing you now.

“oh no, i’m already dreading it”, you say, making him laugh, which relaxes you a tiny bit.

“well, in that case, then i don’t wanna see you either”, he says and you shake your head laughing now.

the knot in your chest loosens ever so slightly and for a few precious minutes, everything almost feels normal. he tells you what he has done these past days without you - even though you’ve texted each other constantly - and you tell him everything you’ve done and seen during your holidays with your family.

the conversation is no different from the ones you’ve always had, flowing in the familiar way you’ve built over years of friendship. it’s easy and effortless and yet, every time he smiles, your thoughts threaten to drift, and every time he looks directly into the camera, you’re reminded of a different screen, a different moment.

you hate that your brain keeps making that connection. you don’t want to feel as though there’s a new wall between the two of you, you already had to deal with your crush on him for now to-

“y/n?”

you had been trying so hard to act naturally that you hadn’t even realised you had stopped responding.

“what?”

you see his smile fading a bit, “you sure you’re okay?”

you try to smile at him but it doesn’t reach your eyes, he can see it.

“yeah”, you say, but he doesn’t believe you.

he scratches the back of his neck, “you keep zoning out”

you hadn’t even realised, “i-i’m sorry”

“it’s okay, i just…”, he says, his voice light as his eyes remain fixed on your face, “i know you and i know something’s bothering you”

jeongin waits patiently on the other side of the screen, giving you the space to answer if you want to and you find yourself wondering whether you’re capable of looking him in the eye and pretending, just a little longer, that nothing has changed. he looks at you a bit more and then speaks again.

“you know what? let’s have a drink”

you raise an eyebrow, “a drink?”

“mmhm”, he nods his head.

“you remember i’m not in seoul, right?”

“i know, but just because you’re not here doesn’t mean we can’t drink together”, he says as he gestures towards his phone, “we’ve got facetime”

you stare at him, “are you serious?”

“yeah”, he nods his head again.

you think about it, how it may help your mind stop spinning for a while, forget what happened during the live. jeongin seems to notice your hesitation.

“oh, come on”, he says as his smile softens, “we can just hang out like we usually do, no pressure”

“okay”, you hear yourself say, you don’t even realise the word has escaped your lips.

his face immediately brightens, “perfect! do you have beer and soju?”

“yes, my uncle bought a few bottles yesterday”

“okay, go and get them!”

you shake your head smiling and then leave your room, carrying your phone with you all the way. when you get to the kitchen, you open the fridge and find some cans of beer on the top shelf and an unopened bottle of soju.

you pick both up and lift them towards the camera, “found them!”

“me too!”, he says as he shows you his drinks, “now, go back to your room”

“bossy”, you say, which makes him laugh.

you pick up a glass and then go back to your room. once you’re inside, you reach for the lock and then lock your room again. you’re not really sure why you do it but you don’t dwell on it either. you return to your bed and sit down with your back against the headboard. at the same time, you see jeongin sitting back down on his sofa before he looks at you again and smiles.

“ready?”, he asks you.

“you remember that i’m a total lightweight, right?”

his grin grows wider, “oh… i forgot”

“no, you didn’t”

he laughs again, “of course i didn’t, you always get very… talkative”

“i do not!”

you absolutely do.

he’s still laughing and you can’t help laughing with him. he reaches offscreen and returns with one glass.

“so, the important part now… beer first and then the soju”

both of you work at the same time: you open the beers first, pour them carefully and then reach for the soju bottles and pour that one too, tiny bubbles rushing to the surface of your glasses as the drinks mix together.

you look at your glass as you only hope that the alcohol will quiet your thoughts before your heart decides to say something you’re not supposed to.

“cheers”, jeongin says as he lifts his glass towards the camera.

you mirror the gesture, holding yours up as if you were actually sitting across from each other.

“cheers”

of course the glasses never touch, but you both smile anyway before taking your first sip. you both talk as you drink, the conversation never stopping, something that hasn’t changed from the day you first met. the heaviness from earlier becomes easier to carry, it’s not gone but you feel yourself a bit more relaxed and calm now.

however, every now and then, your eyes drift towards his face, especially his smile, and every single time, your thoughts threaten to wander somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t, so you pull them back before they can.

“round two”, jeongin says as he notices both of your glasses are empty.

you prepare your drinks again, like you did before, beer first then soju but just as you’re doing it, jeongin speaks again.

“easy”

you stop, “what?”

he points at your glass, “that’s a bit too much, don’t you think?”

you look at your glass and then shrug your shoulders, “it’s fine”

he takes a sip of his glass before looking back at you.

“just… go easy, okay? i think you’re getting a little tipsy”

“i’m okay, don’t worry”, you say as you finally stop.

“... okay”, he says, “small sips”

“yes, dad”

“i knew you’d say that”, he says as you take a sip from your drink.

“you walked right into it”

the second glass disappears faster than the first one and even though you’re not fully drunk, the careful filter you usually keep over your words begins to feel… thinner, making you stop overthinking every word that leaves your mouth, which leads to you not realising what you say before you actually do it.

“i really needed this… my head has been annoying me all day… and it was your fault. well, yours and your stupid livestream”

jeongin’s smile fades, shock replacing it instead, “my what?”

“your livestream”, you say again, not fully realising what you’re saying, “the one you just did”, you say as you wave your hand vaguely, as if that explains everything, “i didn’t know it was you because, well… you had never shown your face before”, you say, as a laugh escapes you, “but also last night… i had a dream about you, and i… i couldn’t stop thinking about you all day so yeah… this is all your fault”

he looks at you carefully, as though trying to decide whether to ask something or not, and when he finally speaks, his voice is quiet, because he’s completely lost.

“y/n, wha-”

you look up at the screen as you cut in, “jeongin, i have a crush on you”

at that moment, your own words echo inside your head and you finally realise what you’ve just done.

“oh”, you say, your stomach dropping and the alcohol haze evaporating all at once, “oh no… i-”, you clap a hand over your mouth, “i did not just say that”

jeongin is still staring at you so you take the opportunity to speak again.

“i-”, you begin as you shake your head rapidly, “forget i said anything, please. i…”, you squeeze your eyes shut, “i wasn’t supposed to tell you like this, or to tell you at all. i know you don’t feel the same way and this is probably really awkward, i just…”

“hey”, he says, his voice gentle making you stop talking, “y/n, look at me”

reluctantly, you do, and even though you can see the surprise on his face, there’s something else there too.

“i have a crush on you too, y/n”

“... what?”

a tiny smile appears on his face and then he chuckles, “i’m serious, i like you, y/n”

“you’re joking”

“i’m not”

you stare at him, searching his face for any sign that he’s teasing you but you don’t find one there.

“i never wanted to risk losing our friendship so i never said anything”, he continues.

you look at him, not knowing what to say, not knowing if this is real or not, maybe you drank more than you thought.

“but, y/n… what you said, about you watching my livestreams…”

you freeze, “oh no…”

his smile returns, and this time it’s a smile you’ve never seen on his face, and you know that whatever happens now is gonna change everything.

“you watched them often?”, he asks you and when you don’t answer him, he hums, “i’ll take that as a yes”

your face grows hotter under his gaze, his eyes locking onto the camera with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. you’ve never seen him like this and you have to admit that you like it, a bit too much maybe. 

“tell me what you do during my lives, y/n”, he says as he leans in closer. 

your body freezes and your heart starts pounding so hard you can feel it in your chest. his words make your cunt clench and you feel wet again, your arousal starting to drip down your thighs. he smirks, clearly enjoying the power he has on you even through the screen.

“darling, it’s not fair that you get to see everything i do while i don’t even know a damn thing about how you get off to it”, he says, “go on, show me”

you’re not sure how your conversation turned into this, but you don’t fucking care. heat floods your face and pools lower, your body responding to him and his words instantly. the dominance in his tone makes your cunt ache, and without thinking, your fingers move to your shorts, moving over your swollen clit over the fabric, letting him see what you’re doing through the screen.

“that’s it, darling, i can almost see you getting wetter from here. keep going, and tell me exactly how you touch yourself to my livestreams”

you swallow hard, your voice barely a whisper, “i… i rub my clit and push my fingers inside while you stroke your cock. i-i get so wet it drips everywhere”

he hums and smirks, “mmhm. i think it would be so much better if you showed it to me instead of just saying it”

your hand slides under your t-shirt, gripping your breast over your bra before you trail it down to press against your shorts again. you grind your palm over your clothed cunt, feeling the damp spot grow as you rock your hips.

“that’s cute, but not what i meant”, he says, his voice dropping even lower now, “you’ve seen me completely naked, it’s only fair i see you naked too. take those clothes off. now”

shivering with a mix of embarrassment and how incredibly turned on you are, you obey him, taking off your t-shirt and bra first, letting him see your breasts, your nipples already hard and begging for attention. then you take your shorts and panties off, leaving you fully naked on the bed, your legs spread open and wide towards the phone.

jeongin groans at the sight, “perfect. now touch yourself and let me hear those pretty sounds”

your fingers move to your now exposed cunt, circling your clit and making sparks shoot up your spine. the cool air hits your wet folds, making you even more sensitive as you spread your legs wider for jeongin to see.

“fuck, it feels so good”, you moan as you slide two fingers down to tease your entrance before pushing them inside.

“describe it to me, y/n”, jeongin says, his eyes dark and hungry on the screen, “tell me how good you’re feeling right now and what you’re thinking about while you fuck that tight hole”

“you”, you gasp out, adding another finger and moaning louder as they slide in without any resistance, “i’m thinking about you and your cock, how much i want it stretching me open instead of my fingers”

jeongin’s smirk widens, “that’s my girl. keep going, tell me how badly you need me”

“i need you so much”, you whine, curling your fingers to hit that sensitive spot inside you, “i need your mouth on me, your cock, just… anything, p-please- jeongin”

he chuckles darkly, “i wanna lick you clean, darling, bury my tongue in that dripping pussy and taste every drop of you while you scream my name”

your walls flutter around your fingers at his words, another gush of wetness soaking your hand, “i wanna see you too”, you beg him, your eyes locked on the screen now, “please, show me your cock”

“but have you been a good girl?”, he teases you, “do you deserve it?”

“yes”, you moan as your orgasm builds fast, “i’ve been so good, watching you and touching myself just like this every time”

jeongin can see the way your body tenses, your thighs shaking and your moans pitching higher as you near the edge.

“stop”, he says, “don’t come yet. not until i’m ready to come with you”

you stop, pulling your soaked fingers out with a frustrated whimper, your cunt clenching around nothing now, so close to your orgasm that it hurts. your eyes plead with the camera, begging silently as your chest heaves. but then you see how he moves back and then takes all of his clothes off, his hand moving to his cock and spreading the precum beading at the tip.

jeongin’s hand wraps tightly around his thick cock and your eyes lock onto the sight, your naked body still spread wide on the bed, your pussy throbbing from the denial.

“look at you, darling”, he says, his eyes fixed on your cunt through the camera, “you must wanna put that pretty mouth to use on me right? wrap those lips around my cock and suck me down while you finger that soaked pussy?”

“yes, fuck yes”, you beg, your voice cracking.

your hand twitches towards your clit, desperate to touch yourself again, but jeongin’s sharp tone cuts through.

“stop. hands off. don’t you dare touch yourself until i say so”

you whimper in frustration, pulling your fingers away just as they brush your folds, your cunt clenching emptily and sending another trickle of arousal down your thighs. your nipples ache and you arch your back, moaning at the image of him jerking off for you. he strokes his cock harder now, his hips thrusting into his fist.

“that’s it”, he says, “keep moaning for me. imagine my cock stretching your throat, fucking your face while you choke on it”

your body trembles, your thighs shaking as you fight the urge to move your finger back inside you again. every stroke he makes makes your cunt flutter, you’re so wet it’s pooling beneath you.

“p-please, jeongin, i-i need it”, you whine, your voice breathy and desperate, “i need you, i… i need to come”

he chuckles again, slowing his strokes to edge himself, “not yet. be a good girl for me and wait”

your begging intensifies, your hips bucking against nothing as you tell him how badly you want him, but he denies you again when your hand slips too close without you realising.

“stop”, he says again and you do, panting, your orgasm hovering right at the edge and then, when his breathing grows ragged and his cock swells in his grip, he groans louder than before, “now, finger yourself again. make that pussy come with me”

you don’t wait any longer, you move three fingers deep into your soaked cunt while your thumb circles your clit. more moans pour from your lips, mixing with his grunts as his hand moves faster around his cock.

“fuck, yes, think about my tongue licking every drop from your pussy”, he says and that is enough to push you over.

your orgasm hits explosively, your walls clamping down on your fingers as you squirt around them, your juices coming out in waves that soak the sheets. your vision blurs, your body convulsing with pleasure while jeongin groans loudly, his cum coming out in thick ropes across his stomach and hand as he comes with you. you both ride it out together, your screams echoing as his release paints his skin and your cunt keeps pulsing and dripping endlessly.

once your orgasms end, you both stare at the screen, your chest heaving and your faces red.

“that was… intense”, you whisper, a shy smile tugging at your lips as you look at the mess between your legs and realise what has just happened.

jeongin smirks, wiping his cum slowly, “you were perfect, y/n, don’t overthink it. just watching you come like that for me and thinking you’ve done that every time, i… fuck-”, he leans closer, his voice softening but still dominant, “when do you arrive in seoul?”

“in two days. at 6”, you reply, still catching your breath.

“good. i’ll take you out for dinner that night”, he says, his eyes gleaming, “and if you’re good enough, i’ll give you a private show later”

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a guide to make a friendship weird

pairing: jeongin x reader

genre: friends to lovers; smut

wc: 5.2k

warnings: masturbation (f! and m!); fingering; handjob; dom!jeongin; praising; orgasm denial; edging; begging; squirting; dirty talk; voyeurism; exhibitionism

summary: home alone, a shocking reveal, and unresolved feelings lead to a facetime with your best friend jeongin that should’ve ended after the first two minutes. and if we add a bit of alcohol to the mix, what could possibly go wrong?

live: unfiltered series

you are horny and have been all day.

it’s as simple as that.

you’ve been on holiday for almost a week now, stuck in this family getaway with your cousins running around all day as all of your parents chat nonstop. there’s only two days left until you’re finally back in seoul, back to your normal life, but right now that feels like an eternity.

the restlessness clings to you like a second skin, making everything feel wrong and frustrating all at once. you can’t shake it, that dream that you had last night keeps replaying in your head, pulling at your thoughts no matter how hard you try to push it down. jeongin was there in your dream, your best friend, the same friend you’ve crushed on for longer than you’d admit even to yourself. in your dream, he was fucking you and touching you like you wanted him to and now, your body won’t let it go.

the unrequited part stings the most because you know he doesn’t feel the same way about you, and you know that telling him how you feel risks losing what you already have. it’s better to keep him close as your friend than risk having nothing at all, at least that’s what you think. but the desire burns anyway, mixing with that pain of knowing it’s one-sided, leaving you aching in ways you can’t show. 

you shift in your seat during another meal with your family, trying to focus on the conversation, but your mind drifts back to how the dream made you feel seen and wanted by him. this is not the first time this happens and if you have to be honest, this constant loop of longing and restraint is exhausting. 

the ache between your legs has only grown worse during the day, your thighs pressing together under the table in a futile attempt to ease the throbbing. you need to do something about this, anything to take the edge off before it drives you insane. your mind keeps flashing back to your dream, to jeongin’s hands on you, but you push it aside again.

your mum leans over, smiling as she tells you that everyone is heading out for dinner at a nearby spot that night, something casual and fun to wrap up the day. the idea of sitting through another long meal surrounded by your family makes your stomach twist with frustration and that’s when the lie slips out easily.

“my head hurts”, you say as you rub your temple, “i think i will stay in tonight”

she frowns, concerned about you, and the rest of your family chimes in with questions and offers to stay behind with you. it takes a few minutes of gentle convincing, assuring them it’s just a headache, that you’ll be fine alone and that they should go enjoy themselves, and eventually they give in. some hours later, they grab their things, close the door behind them, and the house finally falls into silence as their voices fade down the driveway.

you’re finally alone. 

you move to your room and lock the door as you enter. your body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve alive with anticipation. your dream isn’t the only reason why you’re like this and you know it, you know exactly why you’re so turned on right now and it’s because your favourite camboy goes live every week at this exact hour. it’s not the first time you see his lives, not even close. you’ve watched almost all of them, your fingers buried deep inside you while his hands stroked his cock on screen, never showing his face, not that you really cared if you’re honest.  

you sit on your bed with your phone ready and you feel your nipples already tight and your cunt wet, your body sensitive from the day’s constant arousal. the livestream is about to start and just thinking about it makes your body tremble. your thoughts drift back to your dream for a moment, mixing with the camboy, but right now all that matters is the livestream that’s about to begin and the orgasm you’re chasing to finally quiet this relentless heat. 

the livestream begins and the boy appears from the neck down, shirtless, his chest on full display under the soft lighting. it’s not too long before the comments start flooding the chat as well as the donations.

cumslut: been waiting all week for this

princessonline: show us how hard you are 

his hand dips beneath the camera frame and then comes up wrapped around his already half-hard cock as he groans. you can’t take it anymore, you tug your shorts and panties down impatiently and then your fingers finally part your folds and you push two fingers inside you, moving them in time with his strokes on screen, imagining it’s his cock stretching you instead.

edgequeen: he’s so big

user69: i wish you were in my throat

he strokes his cock from base to tip, his balls tightening visibly as he grows fully erect. the veins stand out along his cock as the tip keeps leaking steadily. you lie back and then your hips lift off the bed, fucking your own fingers harder. you add another finger, the stretch burning as your juices coat your palm and drip down your body onto the sheets. moans bubble up from your throat every time he groans on screen, his deep sounds making your walls clench around your fingers.

you picture yourself riding him, sinking down on that cock until it hits your deepest spots, his hands gripping your hips while he thrusts up into you and never stops. his hand starts moving faster, the sounds of his stroking matching the noises coming from your cunt. your thumb rubs circles over your clit, your orgasm building fast and hot in your core now.

the unrequited ache for jeongin flickers through your mind for a moment, how badly you wish it was him wanting you like this, touching you like you’re touching yourself, but you shake the thought off and then focus on chasing your release. 

user69: fuck he’s so hot

princessonline: i wanna ride that cock

you look at him, his fingers spreading what his cock is leaking and that’s enough to tip you over. your fingers curl against your spot inside you as your cunt spasms and gushes around them. a broken cry leaves your lips at the same time that the boy’s cock jerks hard as he comes, his cum painting his skin as he milks himself through it with those same guttural groans. 

cumslut: fuck i wanna use my tongue to clean you up

you lie in your bed panting as you start to come down from your orgasm, your body still trembling as you pull your fingers out of you. you see the boy trembling too, his hands moving to grab onto something until he catches his breath, and then, he does something new.

he leans back, the camera angle shifting just enough to reveal his face for the first time, and at that moment, jeongin’s familiar eyes meet the lens. he winks once and then ends the livestream. the screen goes black and your reflection stares back at you, your own wide eyes showing how stunned you feel.

no, no, that couldn’t have been-

your finger shakes as you tap the screen, trying to refresh the page as though somehow that wasn’t the real ending and there was something else, as though your mind had imagined a face that wasn’t really there. of course, nothing happens and the only thing left now is your racing heartbeat.

“... j-jeongin?”

his name barely leaves your lips, sounding foreign in the silence of your room. your best friend, the one you’ve spent countless days with, the same jeongin whose smile has become your favourite thing in the world, the same jeongin that sent you photos of all the hironos he saw because you always said that they reminded you of him.

nothing could have prepared you for this, not a thousand guesses or a million possibilities. if someone had asked you an hour ago to name every person on earth who could secretly be the anonymous camboy you watched, jeongin would have been the very last name to cross your mind.

“oh my god”

you bury your face in your hands as every single livestream flashes through your memory all at once. you think about all the nights you had spent with him after the livestreams finished, the times he had texted you asking if you wanted to grab dinner together, the times he had complained about being tired without ever explaining why, the days he had mysteriously disappeared for a bit before replying to your texts again. 

heat crawls up your neck until your ears feel like they’re on fire. you remember the number of times that you thought about jeongin while you had your fingers buried inside you as you watched the livestreams, how your mind would drift towards him, and then guilt replaces part of the embarrassment that you’re feeling right now, because it is one thing to watch someone and fantasise about your best friend, it’s another thing to watch your best friend with his hands on his cock for everyone to see. 

did he know you watch him?

no, he couldn’t, he had no way of knowing you were one of his viewers. your username wasn’t connected to your real identity and you never sent any comments or donations. you never interacted outside of simply… watching. 

logically, there was no reason he would ever connect you to his account, but logic isn’t helping you right now, your imagination is and your imagination is cruel. 

what if he’d recognised something?

what if there had been some tiny clue?

what if you had ever said something that you don’t remember now?

what if-

“no”, you say as you shake your head and then you force yourself to breathe.

your mind drifts back to the ending, to his wink, and you wonder why he did that today, what made him decide to show his face when he’s never done that before. you keep staring blankly at your phone as the minutes pass, for longer than you realise, as your thoughts circle endlessly.

should you pretend nothing happened? 

should you never mention it?

should you stop watching his livestreams?

would you even be able to look him in the eye when you got back to seoul? 

would he notice something was different?

it’s in the middle of these thoughts when your phone suddenly rings so loud that you jump on your bed, the sound slicing through the silence. your heart lurches when you look at the screen and you see a facetime call filling the screen.

it’s from jeongin, of course.

your breath catches as the phone continues ringing in your trembling hands. normally, you’d answer as soon as you saw him calling you, but today, your thumb hovers uselessly over the screen, not letting you answer it.

you can’t face him, at least not right now. the ringing continues and you imagine him waiting on the other side, completely unaware of the storm currently unfolding inside your head. the call ends and the silence crashes back into your room. another wave of guilt washes over you because you never ignore his calls, never. if anything, he’s usually the one who forgets to answer sometimes because he leaves his phone god knows where.

you inhale slowly through your nose, hold it and then exhale. it helps you a bit but your pulse is still far too fast. you push yourself upright on the bed, only then becoming painfully aware of your current state - you’re still half naked. you stand up and walk towards the wardrobe, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear and some shorts before you move to the bathroom attached to your room. 

you lean against the sink for a second, staring at the mirror and you barely recognise yourself, your cheeks still flushed and your eyes still open wide. you turn on the tap, splashing cool water over your face and then you grab a towel, cleaning yourself up. once you’re clean enough, you put the panties and shorts on before you return to your bed, sitting cross-legged on it with your phone resting in your lap. 

you stare at jeongin’s contact for nearly a minute - you could pretend you never saw his call or you could text him instead, saying you were out and couldn’t talk right now, but you decide against it because you know that would only make things worse, he’d already know something was wrong. 

you take one deep breath and then press the button and before the second ring can even start, jeongin appears on your screen.

“finally!”

his grin is immediate, warm enough to soften inside you the part of you that was screaming at you not to do this. his hair looks slightly damp, as though he’d showered not too long ago.

“hey”, you manage to say.

his smile widens, “you missed my call”

“i know”, you say before you clear your throat, “i was… in the bathroom”

“it’s fine, don’t worry”, he says, and then he studies your face, his smile softening almost imperceptibly, “you okay?”

your stomach tightens because he’s too observant, he’s always been that way with you.

“yeah, i’m fine”

“you sure?”

“mmhm”, you say, nodding your head.

“you don’t sound very convincing”, he says.

you force a small laugh, “yeah, i just… didn’t sleep much last night”

his eyebrows lift, “really?”

“yeah”

“are you that excited to see me again?”, he says, teasing you now.

“oh no, i’m already dreading it”, you say, making him laugh, which relaxes you a tiny bit.

“well, in that case, then i don’t wanna see you either”, he says and you shake your head laughing now.

the knot in your chest loosens ever so slightly and for a few precious minutes, everything almost feels normal. he tells you what he has done these past days without you - even though you’ve texted each other constantly - and you tell him everything you’ve done and seen during your holidays with your family.

the conversation is no different from the ones you’ve always had, flowing in the familiar way you’ve built over years of friendship. it’s easy and effortless and yet, every time he smiles, your thoughts threaten to drift, and every time he looks directly into the camera, you’re reminded of a different screen, a different moment.

you hate that your brain keeps making that connection. you don’t want to feel as though there’s a new wall between the two of you, you already had to deal with your crush on him for now to-

“y/n?”

you had been trying so hard to act naturally that you hadn’t even realised you had stopped responding.

“what?”

you see his smile fading a bit, “you sure you’re okay?”

you try to smile at him but it doesn’t reach your eyes, he can see it.

“yeah”, you say, but he doesn’t believe you.

he scratches the back of his neck, “you keep zoning out”

you hadn’t even realised, “i-i’m sorry”

“it’s okay, i just…”, he says, his voice light as his eyes remain fixed on your face, “i know you and i know something’s bothering you”

jeongin waits patiently on the other side of the screen, giving you the space to answer if you want to and you find yourself wondering whether you’re capable of looking him in the eye and pretending, just a little longer, that nothing has changed. he looks at you a bit more and then speaks again.

“you know what? let’s have a drink”

you raise an eyebrow, “a drink?”

“mmhm”, he nods his head.

“you remember i’m not in seoul, right?”

“i know, but just because you’re not here doesn’t mean we can’t drink together”, he says as he gestures towards his phone, “we’ve got facetime”

you stare at him, “are you serious?”

“yeah”, he nods his head again.

you think about it, how it may help your mind stop spinning for a while, forget what happened during the live. jeongin seems to notice your hesitation.

“oh, come on”, he says as his smile softens, “we can just hang out like we usually do, no pressure”

“okay”, you hear yourself say, you don’t even realise the word has escaped your lips.

his face immediately brightens, “perfect! do you have beer and soju?”

“yes, my uncle bought a few bottles yesterday”

“okay, go and get them!”

you shake your head smiling and then leave your room, carrying your phone with you all the way. when you get to the kitchen, you open the fridge and find some cans of beer on the top shelf and an unopened bottle of soju.

you pick both up and lift them towards the camera, “found them!”

“me too!”, he says as he shows you his drinks, “now, go back to your room”

“bossy”, you say, which makes him laugh.

you pick up a glass and then go back to your room. once you’re inside, you reach for the lock and then lock your room again. you’re not really sure why you do it but you don’t dwell on it either. you return to your bed and sit down with your back against the headboard. at the same time, you see jeongin sitting back down on his sofa before he looks at you again and smiles.

“ready?”, he asks you.

“you remember that i’m a total lightweight, right?”

his grin grows wider, “oh… i forgot”

“no, you didn’t”

he laughs again, “of course i didn’t, you always get very… talkative”

“i do not!”

you absolutely do.

he’s still laughing and you can’t help laughing with him. he reaches offscreen and returns with one glass.

“so, the important part now… beer first and then the soju”

both of you work at the same time: you open the beers first, pour them carefully and then reach for the soju bottles and pour that one too, tiny bubbles rushing to the surface of your glasses as the drinks mix together.

you look at your glass as you only hope that the alcohol will quiet your thoughts before your heart decides to say something you’re not supposed to.

“cheers”, jeongin says as he lifts his glass towards the camera.

you mirror the gesture, holding yours up as if you were actually sitting across from each other.

“cheers”

of course the glasses never touch, but you both smile anyway before taking your first sip. you both talk as you drink, the conversation never stopping, something that hasn’t changed from the day you first met. the heaviness from earlier becomes easier to carry, it’s not gone but you feel yourself a bit more relaxed and calm now.

however, every now and then, your eyes drift towards his face, especially his smile, and every single time, your thoughts threaten to wander somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t, so you pull them back before they can.

“round two”, jeongin says as he notices both of your glasses are empty.

you prepare your drinks again, like you did before, beer first then soju but just as you’re doing it, jeongin speaks again.

“easy”

you stop, “what?”

he points at your glass, “that’s a bit too much, don’t you think?”

you look at your glass and then shrug your shoulders, “it’s fine”

he takes a sip of his glass before looking back at you.

“just… go easy, okay? i think you’re getting a little tipsy”

“i’m okay, don’t worry”, you say as you finally stop.

“... okay”, he says, “small sips”

“yes, dad”

“i knew you’d say that”, he says as you take a sip from your drink.

“you walked right into it”

the second glass disappears faster than the first one and even though you’re not fully drunk, the careful filter you usually keep over your words begins to feel… thinner, making you stop overthinking every word that leaves your mouth, which leads to you not realising what you say before you actually do it.

“i really needed this… my head has been annoying me all day… and it was your fault. well, yours and your stupid livestream”

jeongin’s smile fades, shock replacing it instead, “my what?”

“your livestream”, you say again, not fully realising what you’re saying, “the one you just did”, you say as you wave your hand vaguely, as if that explains everything, “i didn’t know it was you because, well… you had never shown your face before”, you say, as a laugh escapes you, “but also last night… i had a dream about you, and i… i couldn’t stop thinking about you all day so yeah… this is all your fault”

he looks at you carefully, as though trying to decide whether to ask something or not, and when he finally speaks, his voice is quiet, because he’s completely lost.

“y/n, wha-”

you look up at the screen as you cut in, “jeongin, i have a crush on you”

at that moment, your own words echo inside your head and you finally realise what you’ve just done.

“oh”, you say, your stomach dropping and the alcohol haze evaporating all at once, “oh no… i-”, you clap a hand over your mouth, “i did not just say that”

jeongin is still staring at you so you take the opportunity to speak again.

“i-”, you begin as you shake your head rapidly, “forget i said anything, please. i…”, you squeeze your eyes shut, “i wasn’t supposed to tell you like this, or to tell you at all. i know you don’t feel the same way and this is probably really awkward, i just…”

“hey”, he says, his voice gentle making you stop talking, “y/n, look at me”

reluctantly, you do, and even though you can see the surprise on his face, there’s something else there too.

“i have a crush on you too, y/n”

“... what?”

a tiny smile appears on his face and then he chuckles, “i’m serious, i like you, y/n”

“you’re joking”

“i’m not”

you stare at him, searching his face for any sign that he’s teasing you but you don’t find one there.

“i never wanted to risk losing our friendship so i never said anything”, he continues.

you look at him, not knowing what to say, not knowing if this is real or not, maybe you drank more than you thought.

“but, y/n… what you said, about you watching my livestreams…”

you freeze, “oh no…”

his smile returns, and this time it’s a smile you’ve never seen on his face, and you know that whatever happens now is gonna change everything.

“you watched them often?”, he asks you and when you don’t answer him, he hums, “i’ll take that as a yes”

your face grows hotter under his gaze, his eyes locking onto the camera with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. you’ve never seen him like this and you have to admit that you like it, a bit too much maybe. 

“tell me what you do during my lives, y/n”, he says as he leans in closer. 

your body freezes and your heart starts pounding so hard you can feel it in your chest. his words make your cunt clench and you feel wet again, your arousal starting to drip down your thighs. he smirks, clearly enjoying the power he has on you even through the screen.

“darling, it’s not fair that you get to see everything i do while i don’t even know a damn thing about how you get off to it”, he says, “go on, show me”

you’re not sure how your conversation turned into this, but you don’t fucking care. heat floods your face and pools lower, your body responding to him and his words instantly. the dominance in his tone makes your cunt ache, and without thinking, your fingers move to your shorts, moving over your swollen clit over the fabric, letting him see what you’re doing through the screen.

“that’s it, darling, i can almost see you getting wetter from here. keep going, and tell me exactly how you touch yourself to my livestreams”

you swallow hard, your voice barely a whisper, “i… i rub my clit and push my fingers inside while you stroke your cock. i-i get so wet it drips everywhere”

he hums and smirks, “mmhm. i think it would be so much better if you showed it to me instead of just saying it”

your hand slides under your t-shirt, gripping your breast over your bra before you trail it down to press against your shorts again. you grind your palm over your clothed cunt, feeling the damp spot grow as you rock your hips.

“that’s cute, but not what i meant”, he says, his voice dropping even lower now, “you’ve seen me completely naked, it’s only fair i see you naked too. take those clothes off. now”

shivering with a mix of embarrassment and how incredibly turned on you are, you obey him, taking off your t-shirt and bra first, letting him see your breasts, your nipples already hard and begging for attention. then you take your shorts and panties off, leaving you fully naked on the bed, your legs spread open and wide towards the phone.

jeongin groans at the sight, “perfect. now touch yourself and let me hear those pretty sounds”

your fingers move to your now exposed cunt, circling your clit and making sparks shoot up your spine. the cool air hits your wet folds, making you even more sensitive as you spread your legs wider for jeongin to see.

“fuck, it feels so good”, you moan as you slide two fingers down to tease your entrance before pushing them inside.

“describe it to me, y/n”, jeongin says, his eyes dark and hungry on the screen, “tell me how good you’re feeling right now and what you’re thinking about while you fuck that tight hole”

“you”, you gasp out, adding another finger and moaning louder as they slide in without any resistance, “i’m thinking about you and your cock, how much i want it stretching me open instead of my fingers”

jeongin’s smirk widens, “that’s my girl. keep going, tell me how badly you need me”

“i need you so much”, you whine, curling your fingers to hit that sensitive spot inside you, “i need your mouth on me, your cock, just… anything, p-please- jeongin”

he chuckles darkly, “i wanna lick you clean, darling, bury my tongue in that dripping pussy and taste every drop of you while you scream my name”

your walls flutter around your fingers at his words, another gush of wetness soaking your hand, “i wanna see you too”, you beg him, your eyes locked on the screen now, “please, show me your cock”

“but have you been a good girl?”, he teases you, “do you deserve it?”

“yes”, you moan as your orgasm builds fast, “i’ve been so good, watching you and touching myself just like this every time”

jeongin can see the way your body tenses, your thighs shaking and your moans pitching higher as you near the edge.

“stop”, he says, “don’t come yet. not until i’m ready to come with you”

you stop, pulling your soaked fingers out with a frustrated whimper, your cunt clenching around nothing now, so close to your orgasm that it hurts. your eyes plead with the camera, begging silently as your chest heaves. but then you see how he moves back and then takes all of his clothes off, his hand moving to his cock and spreading the precum beading at the tip.

jeongin’s hand wraps tightly around his thick cock and your eyes lock onto the sight, your naked body still spread wide on the bed, your pussy throbbing from the denial.

“look at you, darling”, he says, his eyes fixed on your cunt through the camera, “you must wanna put that pretty mouth to use on me right? wrap those lips around my cock and suck me down while you finger that soaked pussy?”

“yes, fuck yes”, you beg, your voice cracking.

your hand twitches towards your clit, desperate to touch yourself again, but jeongin’s sharp tone cuts through.

“stop. hands off. don’t you dare touch yourself until i say so”

you whimper in frustration, pulling your fingers away just as they brush your folds, your cunt clenching emptily and sending another trickle of arousal down your thighs. your nipples ache and you arch your back, moaning at the image of him jerking off for you. he strokes his cock harder now, his hips thrusting into his fist.

“that’s it”, he says, “keep moaning for me. imagine my cock stretching your throat, fucking your face while you choke on it”

your body trembles, your thighs shaking as you fight the urge to move your finger back inside you again. every stroke he makes makes your cunt flutter, you’re so wet it’s pooling beneath you.

“p-please, jeongin, i-i need it”, you whine, your voice breathy and desperate, “i need you, i… i need to come”

he chuckles again, slowing his strokes to edge himself, “not yet. be a good girl for me and wait”

your begging intensifies, your hips bucking against nothing as you tell him how badly you want him, but he denies you again when your hand slips too close without you realising.

“stop”, he says again and you do, panting, your orgasm hovering right at the edge and then, when his breathing grows ragged and his cock swells in his grip, he groans louder than before, “now, finger yourself again. make that pussy come with me”

you don’t wait any longer, you move three fingers deep into your soaked cunt while your thumb circles your clit. more moans pour from your lips, mixing with his grunts as his hand moves faster around his cock.

“fuck, yes, think about my tongue licking every drop from your pussy”, he says and that is enough to push you over.

your orgasm hits explosively, your walls clamping down on your fingers as you squirt around them, your juices coming out in waves that soak the sheets. your vision blurs, your body convulsing with pleasure while jeongin groans loudly, his cum coming out in thick ropes across his stomach and hand as he comes with you. you both ride it out together, your screams echoing as his release paints his skin and your cunt keeps pulsing and dripping endlessly.

once your orgasms end, you both stare at the screen, your chest heaving and your faces red.

“that was… intense”, you whisper, a shy smile tugging at your lips as you look at the mess between your legs and realise what has just happened.

jeongin smirks, wiping his cum slowly, “you were perfect, y/n, don’t overthink it. just watching you come like that for me and thinking you’ve done that every time, i… fuck-”, he leans closer, his voice softening but still dominant, “when do you arrive in seoul?”

“in two days. at 6”, you reply, still catching your breath.

“good. i’ll take you out for dinner that night”, he says, his eyes gleaming, “and if you’re good enough, i’ll give you a private show later”

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a guide to make a friendship weird

pairing: jeongin x reader

genre: friends to lovers; smut

wc: 5.2k

warnings: masturbation (f! and m!); fingering; handjob; dom!jeongin; praising; orgasm denial; edging; begging; squirting; dirty talk; voyeurism; exhibitionism

summary: home alone, a shocking reveal, and unresolved feelings lead to a facetime with your best friend jeongin that should’ve ended after the first two minutes. and if we add a bit of alcohol to the mix, what could possibly go wrong?

live: unfiltered series

you are horny and have been all day.

it’s as simple as that.

you’ve been on holiday for almost a week now, stuck in this family getaway with your cousins running around all day as all of your parents chat nonstop. there’s only two days left until you’re finally back in seoul, back to your normal life, but right now that feels like an eternity.

the restlessness clings to you like a second skin, making everything feel wrong and frustrating all at once. you can’t shake it, that dream that you had last night keeps replaying in your head, pulling at your thoughts no matter how hard you try to push it down. jeongin was there in your dream, your best friend, the same friend you’ve crushed on for longer than you’d admit even to yourself. in your dream, he was fucking you and touching you like you wanted him to and now, your body won’t let it go.

the unrequited part stings the most because you know he doesn’t feel the same way about you, and you know that telling him how you feel risks losing what you already have. it’s better to keep him close as your friend than risk having nothing at all, at least that’s what you think. but the desire burns anyway, mixing with that pain of knowing it’s one-sided, leaving you aching in ways you can’t show. 

you shift in your seat during another meal with your family, trying to focus on the conversation, but your mind drifts back to how the dream made you feel seen and wanted by him. this is not the first time this happens and if you have to be honest, this constant loop of longing and restraint is exhausting. 

the ache between your legs has only grown worse during the day, your thighs pressing together under the table in a futile attempt to ease the throbbing. you need to do something about this, anything to take the edge off before it drives you insane. your mind keeps flashing back to your dream, to jeongin’s hands on you, but you push it aside again.

your mum leans over, smiling as she tells you that everyone is heading out for dinner at a nearby spot that night, something casual and fun to wrap up the day. the idea of sitting through another long meal surrounded by your family makes your stomach twist with frustration and that’s when the lie slips out easily.

“my head hurts”, you say as you rub your temple, “i think i will stay in tonight”

she frowns, concerned about you, and the rest of your family chimes in with questions and offers to stay behind with you. it takes a few minutes of gentle convincing, assuring them it’s just a headache, that you’ll be fine alone and that they should go enjoy themselves, and eventually they give in. some hours later, they grab their things, close the door behind them, and the house finally falls into silence as their voices fade down the driveway.

you’re finally alone. 

you move to your room and lock the door as you enter. your body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve alive with anticipation. your dream isn’t the only reason why you’re like this and you know it, you know exactly why you’re so turned on right now and it’s because your favourite camboy goes live every week at this exact hour. it’s not the first time you see his lives, not even close. you’ve watched almost all of them, your fingers buried deep inside you while his hands stroked his cock on screen, never showing his face, not that you really cared if you’re honest.  

you sit on your bed with your phone ready and you feel your nipples already tight and your cunt wet, your body sensitive from the day’s constant arousal. the livestream is about to start and just thinking about it makes your body tremble. your thoughts drift back to your dream for a moment, mixing with the camboy, but right now all that matters is the livestream that’s about to begin and the orgasm you’re chasing to finally quiet this relentless heat. 

the livestream begins and the boy appears from the neck down, shirtless, his chest on full display under the soft lighting. it’s not too long before the comments start flooding the chat as well as the donations.

cumslut: been waiting all week for this

princessonline: show us how hard you are 

his hand dips beneath the camera frame and then comes up wrapped around his already half-hard cock as he groans. you can’t take it anymore, you tug your shorts and panties down impatiently and then your fingers finally part your folds and you push two fingers inside you, moving them in time with his strokes on screen, imagining it’s his cock stretching you instead.

edgequeen: he’s so big

user69: i wish you were in my throat

he strokes his cock from base to tip, his balls tightening visibly as he grows fully erect. the veins stand out along his cock as the tip keeps leaking steadily. you lie back and then your hips lift off the bed, fucking your own fingers harder. you add another finger, the stretch burning as your juices coat your palm and drip down your body onto the sheets. moans bubble up from your throat every time he groans on screen, his deep sounds making your walls clench around your fingers.

you picture yourself riding him, sinking down on that cock until it hits your deepest spots, his hands gripping your hips while he thrusts up into you and never stops. his hand starts moving faster, the sounds of his stroking matching the noises coming from your cunt. your thumb rubs circles over your clit, your orgasm building fast and hot in your core now.

the unrequited ache for jeongin flickers through your mind for a moment, how badly you wish it was him wanting you like this, touching you like you’re touching yourself, but you shake the thought off and then focus on chasing your release. 

user69: fuck he’s so hot

princessonline: i wanna ride that cock

you look at him, his fingers spreading what his cock is leaking and that’s enough to tip you over. your fingers curl against your spot inside you as your cunt spasms and gushes around them. a broken cry leaves your lips at the same time that the boy’s cock jerks hard as he comes, his cum painting his skin as he milks himself through it with those same guttural groans. 

cumslut: fuck i wanna use my tongue to clean you up

you lie in your bed panting as you start to come down from your orgasm, your body still trembling as you pull your fingers out of you. you see the boy trembling too, his hands moving to grab onto something until he catches his breath, and then, he does something new.

he leans back, the camera angle shifting just enough to reveal his face for the first time, and at that moment, jeongin’s familiar eyes meet the lens. he winks once and then ends the livestream. the screen goes black and your reflection stares back at you, your own wide eyes showing how stunned you feel.

no, no, that couldn’t have been-

your finger shakes as you tap the screen, trying to refresh the page as though somehow that wasn’t the real ending and there was something else, as though your mind had imagined a face that wasn’t really there. of course, nothing happens and the only thing left now is your racing heartbeat.

“... j-jeongin?”

his name barely leaves your lips, sounding foreign in the silence of your room. your best friend, the one you’ve spent countless days with, the same jeongin whose smile has become your favourite thing in the world, the same jeongin that sent you photos of all the hironos he saw because you always said that they reminded you of him.

nothing could have prepared you for this, not a thousand guesses or a million possibilities. if someone had asked you an hour ago to name every person on earth who could secretly be the anonymous camboy you watched, jeongin would have been the very last name to cross your mind.

“oh my god”

you bury your face in your hands as every single livestream flashes through your memory all at once. you think about all the nights you had spent with him after the livestreams finished, the times he had texted you asking if you wanted to grab dinner together, the times he had complained about being tired without ever explaining why, the days he had mysteriously disappeared for a bit before replying to your texts again. 

heat crawls up your neck until your ears feel like they’re on fire. you remember the number of times that you thought about jeongin while you had your fingers buried inside you as you watched the livestreams, how your mind would drift towards him, and then guilt replaces part of the embarrassment that you’re feeling right now, because it is one thing to watch someone and fantasise about your best friend, it’s another thing to watch your best friend with his hands on his cock for everyone to see. 

did he know you watch him?

no, he couldn’t, he had no way of knowing you were one of his viewers. your username wasn’t connected to your real identity and you never sent any comments or donations. you never interacted outside of simply… watching. 

logically, there was no reason he would ever connect you to his account, but logic isn’t helping you right now, your imagination is and your imagination is cruel. 

what if he’d recognised something?

what if there had been some tiny clue?

what if you had ever said something that you don’t remember now?

what if-

“no”, you say as you shake your head and then you force yourself to breathe.

your mind drifts back to the ending, to his wink, and you wonder why he did that today, what made him decide to show his face when he’s never done that before. you keep staring blankly at your phone as the minutes pass, for longer than you realise, as your thoughts circle endlessly.

should you pretend nothing happened? 

should you never mention it?

should you stop watching his livestreams?

would you even be able to look him in the eye when you got back to seoul? 

would he notice something was different?

it’s in the middle of these thoughts when your phone suddenly rings so loud that you jump on your bed, the sound slicing through the silence. your heart lurches when you look at the screen and you see a facetime call filling the screen.

it’s from jeongin, of course.

your breath catches as the phone continues ringing in your trembling hands. normally, you’d answer as soon as you saw him calling you, but today, your thumb hovers uselessly over the screen, not letting you answer it.

you can’t face him, at least not right now. the ringing continues and you imagine him waiting on the other side, completely unaware of the storm currently unfolding inside your head. the call ends and the silence crashes back into your room. another wave of guilt washes over you because you never ignore his calls, never. if anything, he’s usually the one who forgets to answer sometimes because he leaves his phone god knows where.

you inhale slowly through your nose, hold it and then exhale. it helps you a bit but your pulse is still far too fast. you push yourself upright on the bed, only then becoming painfully aware of your current state - you’re still half naked. you stand up and walk towards the wardrobe, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear and some shorts before you move to the bathroom attached to your room. 

you lean against the sink for a second, staring at the mirror and you barely recognise yourself, your cheeks still flushed and your eyes still open wide. you turn on the tap, splashing cool water over your face and then you grab a towel, cleaning yourself up. once you’re clean enough, you put the panties and shorts on before you return to your bed, sitting cross-legged on it with your phone resting in your lap. 

you stare at jeongin’s contact for nearly a minute - you could pretend you never saw his call or you could text him instead, saying you were out and couldn’t talk right now, but you decide against it because you know that would only make things worse, he’d already know something was wrong. 

you take one deep breath and then press the button and before the second ring can even start, jeongin appears on your screen.

“finally!”

his grin is immediate, warm enough to soften inside you the part of you that was screaming at you not to do this. his hair looks slightly damp, as though he’d showered not too long ago.

“hey”, you manage to say.

his smile widens, “you missed my call”

“i know”, you say before you clear your throat, “i was… in the bathroom”

“it’s fine, don’t worry”, he says, and then he studies your face, his smile softening almost imperceptibly, “you okay?”

your stomach tightens because he’s too observant, he’s always been that way with you.

“yeah, i’m fine”

“you sure?”

“mmhm”, you say, nodding your head.

“you don’t sound very convincing”, he says.

you force a small laugh, “yeah, i just… didn’t sleep much last night”

his eyebrows lift, “really?”

“yeah”

“are you that excited to see me again?”, he says, teasing you now.

“oh no, i’m already dreading it”, you say, making him laugh, which relaxes you a tiny bit.

“well, in that case, then i don’t wanna see you either”, he says and you shake your head laughing now.

the knot in your chest loosens ever so slightly and for a few precious minutes, everything almost feels normal. he tells you what he has done these past days without you - even though you’ve texted each other constantly - and you tell him everything you’ve done and seen during your holidays with your family.

the conversation is no different from the ones you’ve always had, flowing in the familiar way you’ve built over years of friendship. it’s easy and effortless and yet, every time he smiles, your thoughts threaten to drift, and every time he looks directly into the camera, you’re reminded of a different screen, a different moment.

you hate that your brain keeps making that connection. you don’t want to feel as though there’s a new wall between the two of you, you already had to deal with your crush on him for now to-

“y/n?”

you had been trying so hard to act naturally that you hadn’t even realised you had stopped responding.

“what?”

you see his smile fading a bit, “you sure you’re okay?”

you try to smile at him but it doesn’t reach your eyes, he can see it.

“yeah”, you say, but he doesn’t believe you.

he scratches the back of his neck, “you keep zoning out”

you hadn’t even realised, “i-i’m sorry”

“it’s okay, i just…”, he says, his voice light as his eyes remain fixed on your face, “i know you and i know something’s bothering you”

jeongin waits patiently on the other side of the screen, giving you the space to answer if you want to and you find yourself wondering whether you’re capable of looking him in the eye and pretending, just a little longer, that nothing has changed. he looks at you a bit more and then speaks again.

“you know what? let’s have a drink”

you raise an eyebrow, “a drink?”

“mmhm”, he nods his head.

“you remember i’m not in seoul, right?”

“i know, but just because you’re not here doesn’t mean we can’t drink together”, he says as he gestures towards his phone, “we’ve got facetime”

you stare at him, “are you serious?”

“yeah”, he nods his head again.

you think about it, how it may help your mind stop spinning for a while, forget what happened during the live. jeongin seems to notice your hesitation.

“oh, come on”, he says as his smile softens, “we can just hang out like we usually do, no pressure”

“okay”, you hear yourself say, you don’t even realise the word has escaped your lips.

his face immediately brightens, “perfect! do you have beer and soju?”

“yes, my uncle bought a few bottles yesterday”

“okay, go and get them!”

you shake your head smiling and then leave your room, carrying your phone with you all the way. when you get to the kitchen, you open the fridge and find some cans of beer on the top shelf and an unopened bottle of soju.

you pick both up and lift them towards the camera, “found them!”

“me too!”, he says as he shows you his drinks, “now, go back to your room”

“bossy”, you say, which makes him laugh.

you pick up a glass and then go back to your room. once you’re inside, you reach for the lock and then lock your room again. you’re not really sure why you do it but you don’t dwell on it either. you return to your bed and sit down with your back against the headboard. at the same time, you see jeongin sitting back down on his sofa before he looks at you again and smiles.

“ready?”, he asks you.

“you remember that i’m a total lightweight, right?”

his grin grows wider, “oh… i forgot”

“no, you didn’t”

he laughs again, “of course i didn’t, you always get very… talkative”

“i do not!”

you absolutely do.

he’s still laughing and you can’t help laughing with him. he reaches offscreen and returns with one glass.

“so, the important part now… beer first and then the soju”

both of you work at the same time: you open the beers first, pour them carefully and then reach for the soju bottles and pour that one too, tiny bubbles rushing to the surface of your glasses as the drinks mix together.

you look at your glass as you only hope that the alcohol will quiet your thoughts before your heart decides to say something you’re not supposed to.

“cheers”, jeongin says as he lifts his glass towards the camera.

you mirror the gesture, holding yours up as if you were actually sitting across from each other.

“cheers”

of course the glasses never touch, but you both smile anyway before taking your first sip. you both talk as you drink, the conversation never stopping, something that hasn’t changed from the day you first met. the heaviness from earlier becomes easier to carry, it’s not gone but you feel yourself a bit more relaxed and calm now.

however, every now and then, your eyes drift towards his face, especially his smile, and every single time, your thoughts threaten to wander somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t, so you pull them back before they can.

“round two”, jeongin says as he notices both of your glasses are empty.

you prepare your drinks again, like you did before, beer first then soju but just as you’re doing it, jeongin speaks again.

“easy”

you stop, “what?”

he points at your glass, “that’s a bit too much, don’t you think?”

you look at your glass and then shrug your shoulders, “it’s fine”

he takes a sip of his glass before looking back at you.

“just… go easy, okay? i think you’re getting a little tipsy”

“i’m okay, don’t worry”, you say as you finally stop.

“... okay”, he says, “small sips”

“yes, dad”

“i knew you’d say that”, he says as you take a sip from your drink.

“you walked right into it”

the second glass disappears faster than the first one and even though you’re not fully drunk, the careful filter you usually keep over your words begins to feel… thinner, making you stop overthinking every word that leaves your mouth, which leads to you not realising what you say before you actually do it.

“i really needed this… my head has been annoying me all day… and it was your fault. well, yours and your stupid livestream”

jeongin’s smile fades, shock replacing it instead, “my what?”

“your livestream”, you say again, not fully realising what you’re saying, “the one you just did”, you say as you wave your hand vaguely, as if that explains everything, “i didn’t know it was you because, well… you had never shown your face before”, you say, as a laugh escapes you, “but also last night… i had a dream about you, and i… i couldn’t stop thinking about you all day so yeah… this is all your fault”

he looks at you carefully, as though trying to decide whether to ask something or not, and when he finally speaks, his voice is quiet, because he’s completely lost.

“y/n, wha-”

you look up at the screen as you cut in, “jeongin, i have a crush on you”

at that moment, your own words echo inside your head and you finally realise what you’ve just done.

“oh”, you say, your stomach dropping and the alcohol haze evaporating all at once, “oh no… i-”, you clap a hand over your mouth, “i did not just say that”

jeongin is still staring at you so you take the opportunity to speak again.

“i-”, you begin as you shake your head rapidly, “forget i said anything, please. i…”, you squeeze your eyes shut, “i wasn’t supposed to tell you like this, or to tell you at all. i know you don’t feel the same way and this is probably really awkward, i just…”

“hey”, he says, his voice gentle making you stop talking, “y/n, look at me”

reluctantly, you do, and even though you can see the surprise on his face, there’s something else there too.

“i have a crush on you too, y/n”

“... what?”

a tiny smile appears on his face and then he chuckles, “i’m serious, i like you, y/n”

“you’re joking”

“i’m not”

you stare at him, searching his face for any sign that he’s teasing you but you don’t find one there.

“i never wanted to risk losing our friendship so i never said anything”, he continues.

you look at him, not knowing what to say, not knowing if this is real or not, maybe you drank more than you thought.

“but, y/n… what you said, about you watching my livestreams…”

you freeze, “oh no…”

his smile returns, and this time it’s a smile you’ve never seen on his face, and you know that whatever happens now is gonna change everything.

“you watched them often?”, he asks you and when you don’t answer him, he hums, “i’ll take that as a yes”

your face grows hotter under his gaze, his eyes locking onto the camera with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. you’ve never seen him like this and you have to admit that you like it, a bit too much maybe. 

“tell me what you do during my lives, y/n”, he says as he leans in closer. 

your body freezes and your heart starts pounding so hard you can feel it in your chest. his words make your cunt clench and you feel wet again, your arousal starting to drip down your thighs. he smirks, clearly enjoying the power he has on you even through the screen.

“darling, it’s not fair that you get to see everything i do while i don’t even know a damn thing about how you get off to it”, he says, “go on, show me”

you’re not sure how your conversation turned into this, but you don’t fucking care. heat floods your face and pools lower, your body responding to him and his words instantly. the dominance in his tone makes your cunt ache, and without thinking, your fingers move to your shorts, moving over your swollen clit over the fabric, letting him see what you’re doing through the screen.

“that’s it, darling, i can almost see you getting wetter from here. keep going, and tell me exactly how you touch yourself to my livestreams”

you swallow hard, your voice barely a whisper, “i… i rub my clit and push my fingers inside while you stroke your cock. i-i get so wet it drips everywhere”

he hums and smirks, “mmhm. i think it would be so much better if you showed it to me instead of just saying it”

your hand slides under your t-shirt, gripping your breast over your bra before you trail it down to press against your shorts again. you grind your palm over your clothed cunt, feeling the damp spot grow as you rock your hips.

“that’s cute, but not what i meant”, he says, his voice dropping even lower now, “you’ve seen me completely naked, it’s only fair i see you naked too. take those clothes off. now”

shivering with a mix of embarrassment and how incredibly turned on you are, you obey him, taking off your t-shirt and bra first, letting him see your breasts, your nipples already hard and begging for attention. then you take your shorts and panties off, leaving you fully naked on the bed, your legs spread open and wide towards the phone.

jeongin groans at the sight, “perfect. now touch yourself and let me hear those pretty sounds”

your fingers move to your now exposed cunt, circling your clit and making sparks shoot up your spine. the cool air hits your wet folds, making you even more sensitive as you spread your legs wider for jeongin to see.

“fuck, it feels so good”, you moan as you slide two fingers down to tease your entrance before pushing them inside.

“describe it to me, y/n”, jeongin says, his eyes dark and hungry on the screen, “tell me how good you’re feeling right now and what you’re thinking about while you fuck that tight hole”

“you”, you gasp out, adding another finger and moaning louder as they slide in without any resistance, “i’m thinking about you and your cock, how much i want it stretching me open instead of my fingers”

jeongin’s smirk widens, “that’s my girl. keep going, tell me how badly you need me”

“i need you so much”, you whine, curling your fingers to hit that sensitive spot inside you, “i need your mouth on me, your cock, just… anything, p-please- jeongin”

he chuckles darkly, “i wanna lick you clean, darling, bury my tongue in that dripping pussy and taste every drop of you while you scream my name”

your walls flutter around your fingers at his words, another gush of wetness soaking your hand, “i wanna see you too”, you beg him, your eyes locked on the screen now, “please, show me your cock”

“but have you been a good girl?”, he teases you, “do you deserve it?”

“yes”, you moan as your orgasm builds fast, “i’ve been so good, watching you and touching myself just like this every time”

jeongin can see the way your body tenses, your thighs shaking and your moans pitching higher as you near the edge.

“stop”, he says, “don’t come yet. not until i’m ready to come with you”

you stop, pulling your soaked fingers out with a frustrated whimper, your cunt clenching around nothing now, so close to your orgasm that it hurts. your eyes plead with the camera, begging silently as your chest heaves. but then you see how he moves back and then takes all of his clothes off, his hand moving to his cock and spreading the precum beading at the tip.

jeongin’s hand wraps tightly around his thick cock and your eyes lock onto the sight, your naked body still spread wide on the bed, your pussy throbbing from the denial.

“look at you, darling”, he says, his eyes fixed on your cunt through the camera, “you must wanna put that pretty mouth to use on me right? wrap those lips around my cock and suck me down while you finger that soaked pussy?”

“yes, fuck yes”, you beg, your voice cracking.

your hand twitches towards your clit, desperate to touch yourself again, but jeongin’s sharp tone cuts through.

“stop. hands off. don’t you dare touch yourself until i say so”

you whimper in frustration, pulling your fingers away just as they brush your folds, your cunt clenching emptily and sending another trickle of arousal down your thighs. your nipples ache and you arch your back, moaning at the image of him jerking off for you. he strokes his cock harder now, his hips thrusting into his fist.

“that’s it”, he says, “keep moaning for me. imagine my cock stretching your throat, fucking your face while you choke on it”

your body trembles, your thighs shaking as you fight the urge to move your finger back inside you again. every stroke he makes makes your cunt flutter, you’re so wet it’s pooling beneath you.

“p-please, jeongin, i-i need it”, you whine, your voice breathy and desperate, “i need you, i… i need to come”

he chuckles again, slowing his strokes to edge himself, “not yet. be a good girl for me and wait”

your begging intensifies, your hips bucking against nothing as you tell him how badly you want him, but he denies you again when your hand slips too close without you realising.

“stop”, he says again and you do, panting, your orgasm hovering right at the edge and then, when his breathing grows ragged and his cock swells in his grip, he groans louder than before, “now, finger yourself again. make that pussy come with me”

you don’t wait any longer, you move three fingers deep into your soaked cunt while your thumb circles your clit. more moans pour from your lips, mixing with his grunts as his hand moves faster around his cock.

“fuck, yes, think about my tongue licking every drop from your pussy”, he says and that is enough to push you over.

your orgasm hits explosively, your walls clamping down on your fingers as you squirt around them, your juices coming out in waves that soak the sheets. your vision blurs, your body convulsing with pleasure while jeongin groans loudly, his cum coming out in thick ropes across his stomach and hand as he comes with you. you both ride it out together, your screams echoing as his release paints his skin and your cunt keeps pulsing and dripping endlessly.

once your orgasms end, you both stare at the screen, your chest heaving and your faces red.

“that was… intense”, you whisper, a shy smile tugging at your lips as you look at the mess between your legs and realise what has just happened.

jeongin smirks, wiping his cum slowly, “you were perfect, y/n, don’t overthink it. just watching you come like that for me and thinking you’ve done that every time, i… fuck-”, he leans closer, his voice softening but still dominant, “when do you arrive in seoul?”

“in two days. at 6”, you reply, still catching your breath.

“good. i’ll take you out for dinner that night”, he says, his eyes gleaming, “and if you’re good enough, i’ll give you a private show later”

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a guide to make a friendship weird

pairing: jeongin x reader

genre: friends to lovers; smut

wc: 5.2k

warnings: masturbation (f! and m!); fingering; handjob; dom!jeongin; praising; orgasm denial; edging; begging; squirting; dirty talk; voyeurism; exhibitionism

summary: home alone, a shocking reveal, and unresolved feelings lead to a facetime with your best friend jeongin that should’ve ended after the first two minutes. and if we add a bit of alcohol to the mix, what could possibly go wrong?

live: unfiltered series

you are horny and have been all day.

it’s as simple as that.

you’ve been on holiday for almost a week now, stuck in this family getaway with your cousins running around all day as all of your parents chat nonstop. there’s only two days left until you’re finally back in seoul, back to your normal life, but right now that feels like an eternity.

the restlessness clings to you like a second skin, making everything feel wrong and frustrating all at once. you can’t shake it, that dream that you had last night keeps replaying in your head, pulling at your thoughts no matter how hard you try to push it down. jeongin was there in your dream, your best friend, the same friend you’ve crushed on for longer than you’d admit even to yourself. in your dream, he was fucking you and touching you like you wanted him to and now, your body won’t let it go.

the unrequited part stings the most because you know he doesn’t feel the same way about you, and you know that telling him how you feel risks losing what you already have. it’s better to keep him close as your friend than risk having nothing at all, at least that’s what you think. but the desire burns anyway, mixing with that pain of knowing it’s one-sided, leaving you aching in ways you can’t show. 

you shift in your seat during another meal with your family, trying to focus on the conversation, but your mind drifts back to how the dream made you feel seen and wanted by him. this is not the first time this happens and if you have to be honest, this constant loop of longing and restraint is exhausting. 

the ache between your legs has only grown worse during the day, your thighs pressing together under the table in a futile attempt to ease the throbbing. you need to do something about this, anything to take the edge off before it drives you insane. your mind keeps flashing back to your dream, to jeongin’s hands on you, but you push it aside again.

your mum leans over, smiling as she tells you that everyone is heading out for dinner at a nearby spot that night, something casual and fun to wrap up the day. the idea of sitting through another long meal surrounded by your family makes your stomach twist with frustration and that’s when the lie slips out easily.

“my head hurts”, you say as you rub your temple, “i think i will stay in tonight”

she frowns, concerned about you, and the rest of your family chimes in with questions and offers to stay behind with you. it takes a few minutes of gentle convincing, assuring them it’s just a headache, that you’ll be fine alone and that they should go enjoy themselves, and eventually they give in. some hours later, they grab their things, close the door behind them, and the house finally falls into silence as their voices fade down the driveway.

you’re finally alone. 

you move to your room and lock the door as you enter. your body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve alive with anticipation. your dream isn’t the only reason why you’re like this and you know it, you know exactly why you’re so turned on right now and it’s because your favourite camboy goes live every week at this exact hour. it’s not the first time you see his lives, not even close. you’ve watched almost all of them, your fingers buried deep inside you while his hands stroked his cock on screen, never showing his face, not that you really cared if you’re honest.  

you sit on your bed with your phone ready and you feel your nipples already tight and your cunt wet, your body sensitive from the day’s constant arousal. the livestream is about to start and just thinking about it makes your body tremble. your thoughts drift back to your dream for a moment, mixing with the camboy, but right now all that matters is the livestream that’s about to begin and the orgasm you’re chasing to finally quiet this relentless heat. 

the livestream begins and the boy appears from the neck down, shirtless, his chest on full display under the soft lighting. it’s not too long before the comments start flooding the chat as well as the donations.

cumslut: been waiting all week for this

princessonline: show us how hard you are 

his hand dips beneath the camera frame and then comes up wrapped around his already half-hard cock as he groans. you can’t take it anymore, you tug your shorts and panties down impatiently and then your fingers finally part your folds and you push two fingers inside you, moving them in time with his strokes on screen, imagining it’s his cock stretching you instead.

edgequeen: he’s so big

user69: i wish you were in my throat

he strokes his cock from base to tip, his balls tightening visibly as he grows fully erect. the veins stand out along his cock as the tip keeps leaking steadily. you lie back and then your hips lift off the bed, fucking your own fingers harder. you add another finger, the stretch burning as your juices coat your palm and drip down your body onto the sheets. moans bubble up from your throat every time he groans on screen, his deep sounds making your walls clench around your fingers.

you picture yourself riding him, sinking down on that cock until it hits your deepest spots, his hands gripping your hips while he thrusts up into you and never stops. his hand starts moving faster, the sounds of his stroking matching the noises coming from your cunt. your thumb rubs circles over your clit, your orgasm building fast and hot in your core now.

the unrequited ache for jeongin flickers through your mind for a moment, how badly you wish it was him wanting you like this, touching you like you’re touching yourself, but you shake the thought off and then focus on chasing your release. 

user69: fuck he’s so hot

princessonline: i wanna ride that cock

you look at him, his fingers spreading what his cock is leaking and that’s enough to tip you over. your fingers curl against your spot inside you as your cunt spasms and gushes around them. a broken cry leaves your lips at the same time that the boy’s cock jerks hard as he comes, his cum painting his skin as he milks himself through it with those same guttural groans. 

cumslut: fuck i wanna use my tongue to clean you up

you lie in your bed panting as you start to come down from your orgasm, your body still trembling as you pull your fingers out of you. you see the boy trembling too, his hands moving to grab onto something until he catches his breath, and then, he does something new.

he leans back, the camera angle shifting just enough to reveal his face for the first time, and at that moment, jeongin’s familiar eyes meet the lens. he winks once and then ends the livestream. the screen goes black and your reflection stares back at you, your own wide eyes showing how stunned you feel.

no, no, that couldn’t have been-

your finger shakes as you tap the screen, trying to refresh the page as though somehow that wasn’t the real ending and there was something else, as though your mind had imagined a face that wasn’t really there. of course, nothing happens and the only thing left now is your racing heartbeat.

“... j-jeongin?”

his name barely leaves your lips, sounding foreign in the silence of your room. your best friend, the one you’ve spent countless days with, the same jeongin whose smile has become your favourite thing in the world, the same jeongin that sent you photos of all the hironos he saw because you always said that they reminded you of him.

nothing could have prepared you for this, not a thousand guesses or a million possibilities. if someone had asked you an hour ago to name every person on earth who could secretly be the anonymous camboy you watched, jeongin would have been the very last name to cross your mind.

“oh my god”

you bury your face in your hands as every single livestream flashes through your memory all at once. you think about all the nights you had spent with him after the livestreams finished, the times he had texted you asking if you wanted to grab dinner together, the times he had complained about being tired without ever explaining why, the days he had mysteriously disappeared for a bit before replying to your texts again. 

heat crawls up your neck until your ears feel like they’re on fire. you remember the number of times that you thought about jeongin while you had your fingers buried inside you as you watched the livestreams, how your mind would drift towards him, and then guilt replaces part of the embarrassment that you’re feeling right now, because it is one thing to watch someone and fantasise about your best friend, it’s another thing to watch your best friend with his hands on his cock for everyone to see. 

did he know you watch him?

no, he couldn’t, he had no way of knowing you were one of his viewers. your username wasn’t connected to your real identity and you never sent any comments or donations. you never interacted outside of simply… watching. 

logically, there was no reason he would ever connect you to his account, but logic isn’t helping you right now, your imagination is and your imagination is cruel. 

what if he’d recognised something?

what if there had been some tiny clue?

what if you had ever said something that you don’t remember now?

what if-

“no”, you say as you shake your head and then you force yourself to breathe.

your mind drifts back to the ending, to his wink, and you wonder why he did that today, what made him decide to show his face when he’s never done that before. you keep staring blankly at your phone as the minutes pass, for longer than you realise, as your thoughts circle endlessly.

should you pretend nothing happened? 

should you never mention it?

should you stop watching his livestreams?

would you even be able to look him in the eye when you got back to seoul? 

would he notice something was different?

it’s in the middle of these thoughts when your phone suddenly rings so loud that you jump on your bed, the sound slicing through the silence. your heart lurches when you look at the screen and you see a facetime call filling the screen.

it’s from jeongin, of course.

your breath catches as the phone continues ringing in your trembling hands. normally, you’d answer as soon as you saw him calling you, but today, your thumb hovers uselessly over the screen, not letting you answer it.

you can’t face him, at least not right now. the ringing continues and you imagine him waiting on the other side, completely unaware of the storm currently unfolding inside your head. the call ends and the silence crashes back into your room. another wave of guilt washes over you because you never ignore his calls, never. if anything, he’s usually the one who forgets to answer sometimes because he leaves his phone god knows where.

you inhale slowly through your nose, hold it and then exhale. it helps you a bit but your pulse is still far too fast. you push yourself upright on the bed, only then becoming painfully aware of your current state - you’re still half naked. you stand up and walk towards the wardrobe, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear and some shorts before you move to the bathroom attached to your room. 

you lean against the sink for a second, staring at the mirror and you barely recognise yourself, your cheeks still flushed and your eyes still open wide. you turn on the tap, splashing cool water over your face and then you grab a towel, cleaning yourself up. once you’re clean enough, you put the panties and shorts on before you return to your bed, sitting cross-legged on it with your phone resting in your lap. 

you stare at jeongin’s contact for nearly a minute - you could pretend you never saw his call or you could text him instead, saying you were out and couldn’t talk right now, but you decide against it because you know that would only make things worse, he’d already know something was wrong. 

you take one deep breath and then press the button and before the second ring can even start, jeongin appears on your screen.

“finally!”

his grin is immediate, warm enough to soften inside you the part of you that was screaming at you not to do this. his hair looks slightly damp, as though he’d showered not too long ago.

“hey”, you manage to say.

his smile widens, “you missed my call”

“i know”, you say before you clear your throat, “i was… in the bathroom”

“it’s fine, don’t worry”, he says, and then he studies your face, his smile softening almost imperceptibly, “you okay?”

your stomach tightens because he’s too observant, he’s always been that way with you.

“yeah, i’m fine”

“you sure?”

“mmhm”, you say, nodding your head.

“you don’t sound very convincing”, he says.

you force a small laugh, “yeah, i just… didn’t sleep much last night”

his eyebrows lift, “really?”

“yeah”

“are you that excited to see me again?”, he says, teasing you now.

“oh no, i’m already dreading it”, you say, making him laugh, which relaxes you a tiny bit.

“well, in that case, then i don’t wanna see you either”, he says and you shake your head laughing now.

the knot in your chest loosens ever so slightly and for a few precious minutes, everything almost feels normal. he tells you what he has done these past days without you - even though you’ve texted each other constantly - and you tell him everything you’ve done and seen during your holidays with your family.

the conversation is no different from the ones you’ve always had, flowing in the familiar way you’ve built over years of friendship. it’s easy and effortless and yet, every time he smiles, your thoughts threaten to drift, and every time he looks directly into the camera, you’re reminded of a different screen, a different moment.

you hate that your brain keeps making that connection. you don’t want to feel as though there’s a new wall between the two of you, you already had to deal with your crush on him for now to-

“y/n?”

you had been trying so hard to act naturally that you hadn’t even realised you had stopped responding.

“what?”

you see his smile fading a bit, “you sure you’re okay?”

you try to smile at him but it doesn’t reach your eyes, he can see it.

“yeah”, you say, but he doesn’t believe you.

he scratches the back of his neck, “you keep zoning out”

you hadn’t even realised, “i-i’m sorry”

“it’s okay, i just…”, he says, his voice light as his eyes remain fixed on your face, “i know you and i know something’s bothering you”

jeongin waits patiently on the other side of the screen, giving you the space to answer if you want to and you find yourself wondering whether you’re capable of looking him in the eye and pretending, just a little longer, that nothing has changed. he looks at you a bit more and then speaks again.

“you know what? let’s have a drink”

you raise an eyebrow, “a drink?”

“mmhm”, he nods his head.

“you remember i’m not in seoul, right?”

“i know, but just because you’re not here doesn’t mean we can’t drink together”, he says as he gestures towards his phone, “we’ve got facetime”

you stare at him, “are you serious?”

“yeah”, he nods his head again.

you think about it, how it may help your mind stop spinning for a while, forget what happened during the live. jeongin seems to notice your hesitation.

“oh, come on”, he says as his smile softens, “we can just hang out like we usually do, no pressure”

“okay”, you hear yourself say, you don’t even realise the word has escaped your lips.

his face immediately brightens, “perfect! do you have beer and soju?”

“yes, my uncle bought a few bottles yesterday”

“okay, go and get them!”

you shake your head smiling and then leave your room, carrying your phone with you all the way. when you get to the kitchen, you open the fridge and find some cans of beer on the top shelf and an unopened bottle of soju.

you pick both up and lift them towards the camera, “found them!”

“me too!”, he says as he shows you his drinks, “now, go back to your room”

“bossy”, you say, which makes him laugh.

you pick up a glass and then go back to your room. once you’re inside, you reach for the lock and then lock your room again. you’re not really sure why you do it but you don’t dwell on it either. you return to your bed and sit down with your back against the headboard. at the same time, you see jeongin sitting back down on his sofa before he looks at you again and smiles.

“ready?”, he asks you.

“you remember that i’m a total lightweight, right?”

his grin grows wider, “oh… i forgot”

“no, you didn’t”

he laughs again, “of course i didn’t, you always get very… talkative”

“i do not!”

you absolutely do.

he’s still laughing and you can’t help laughing with him. he reaches offscreen and returns with one glass.

“so, the important part now… beer first and then the soju”

both of you work at the same time: you open the beers first, pour them carefully and then reach for the soju bottles and pour that one too, tiny bubbles rushing to the surface of your glasses as the drinks mix together.

you look at your glass as you only hope that the alcohol will quiet your thoughts before your heart decides to say something you’re not supposed to.

“cheers”, jeongin says as he lifts his glass towards the camera.

you mirror the gesture, holding yours up as if you were actually sitting across from each other.

“cheers”

of course the glasses never touch, but you both smile anyway before taking your first sip. you both talk as you drink, the conversation never stopping, something that hasn’t changed from the day you first met. the heaviness from earlier becomes easier to carry, it’s not gone but you feel yourself a bit more relaxed and calm now.

however, every now and then, your eyes drift towards his face, especially his smile, and every single time, your thoughts threaten to wander somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t, so you pull them back before they can.

“round two”, jeongin says as he notices both of your glasses are empty.

you prepare your drinks again, like you did before, beer first then soju but just as you’re doing it, jeongin speaks again.

“easy”

you stop, “what?”

he points at your glass, “that’s a bit too much, don’t you think?”

you look at your glass and then shrug your shoulders, “it’s fine”

he takes a sip of his glass before looking back at you.

“just… go easy, okay? i think you’re getting a little tipsy”

“i’m okay, don’t worry”, you say as you finally stop.

“... okay”, he says, “small sips”

“yes, dad”

“i knew you’d say that”, he says as you take a sip from your drink.

“you walked right into it”

the second glass disappears faster than the first one and even though you’re not fully drunk, the careful filter you usually keep over your words begins to feel… thinner, making you stop overthinking every word that leaves your mouth, which leads to you not realising what you say before you actually do it.

“i really needed this… my head has been annoying me all day… and it was your fault. well, yours and your stupid livestream”

jeongin’s smile fades, shock replacing it instead, “my what?”

“your livestream”, you say again, not fully realising what you’re saying, “the one you just did”, you say as you wave your hand vaguely, as if that explains everything, “i didn’t know it was you because, well… you had never shown your face before”, you say, as a laugh escapes you, “but also last night… i had a dream about you, and i… i couldn’t stop thinking about you all day so yeah… this is all your fault”

he looks at you carefully, as though trying to decide whether to ask something or not, and when he finally speaks, his voice is quiet, because he’s completely lost.

“y/n, wha-”

you look up at the screen as you cut in, “jeongin, i have a crush on you”

at that moment, your own words echo inside your head and you finally realise what you’ve just done.

“oh”, you say, your stomach dropping and the alcohol haze evaporating all at once, “oh no… i-”, you clap a hand over your mouth, “i did not just say that”

jeongin is still staring at you so you take the opportunity to speak again.

“i-”, you begin as you shake your head rapidly, “forget i said anything, please. i…”, you squeeze your eyes shut, “i wasn’t supposed to tell you like this, or to tell you at all. i know you don’t feel the same way and this is probably really awkward, i just…”

“hey”, he says, his voice gentle making you stop talking, “y/n, look at me”

reluctantly, you do, and even though you can see the surprise on his face, there’s something else there too.

“i have a crush on you too, y/n”

“... what?”

a tiny smile appears on his face and then he chuckles, “i’m serious, i like you, y/n”

“you’re joking”

“i’m not”

you stare at him, searching his face for any sign that he’s teasing you but you don’t find one there.

“i never wanted to risk losing our friendship so i never said anything”, he continues.

you look at him, not knowing what to say, not knowing if this is real or not, maybe you drank more than you thought.

“but, y/n… what you said, about you watching my livestreams…”

you freeze, “oh no…”

his smile returns, and this time it’s a smile you’ve never seen on his face, and you know that whatever happens now is gonna change everything.

“you watched them often?”, he asks you and when you don’t answer him, he hums, “i’ll take that as a yes”

your face grows hotter under his gaze, his eyes locking onto the camera with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. you’ve never seen him like this and you have to admit that you like it, a bit too much maybe. 

“tell me what you do during my lives, y/n”, he says as he leans in closer. 

your body freezes and your heart starts pounding so hard you can feel it in your chest. his words make your cunt clench and you feel wet again, your arousal starting to drip down your thighs. he smirks, clearly enjoying the power he has on you even through the screen.

“darling, it’s not fair that you get to see everything i do while i don’t even know a damn thing about how you get off to it”, he says, “go on, show me”

you’re not sure how your conversation turned into this, but you don’t fucking care. heat floods your face and pools lower, your body responding to him and his words instantly. the dominance in his tone makes your cunt ache, and without thinking, your fingers move to your shorts, moving over your swollen clit over the fabric, letting him see what you’re doing through the screen.

“that’s it, darling, i can almost see you getting wetter from here. keep going, and tell me exactly how you touch yourself to my livestreams”

you swallow hard, your voice barely a whisper, “i… i rub my clit and push my fingers inside while you stroke your cock. i-i get so wet it drips everywhere”

he hums and smirks, “mmhm. i think it would be so much better if you showed it to me instead of just saying it”

your hand slides under your t-shirt, gripping your breast over your bra before you trail it down to press against your shorts again. you grind your palm over your clothed cunt, feeling the damp spot grow as you rock your hips.

“that’s cute, but not what i meant”, he says, his voice dropping even lower now, “you’ve seen me completely naked, it’s only fair i see you naked too. take those clothes off. now”

shivering with a mix of embarrassment and how incredibly turned on you are, you obey him, taking off your t-shirt and bra first, letting him see your breasts, your nipples already hard and begging for attention. then you take your shorts and panties off, leaving you fully naked on the bed, your legs spread open and wide towards the phone.

jeongin groans at the sight, “perfect. now touch yourself and let me hear those pretty sounds”

your fingers move to your now exposed cunt, circling your clit and making sparks shoot up your spine. the cool air hits your wet folds, making you even more sensitive as you spread your legs wider for jeongin to see.

“fuck, it feels so good”, you moan as you slide two fingers down to tease your entrance before pushing them inside.

“describe it to me, y/n”, jeongin says, his eyes dark and hungry on the screen, “tell me how good you’re feeling right now and what you’re thinking about while you fuck that tight hole”

“you”, you gasp out, adding another finger and moaning louder as they slide in without any resistance, “i’m thinking about you and your cock, how much i want it stretching me open instead of my fingers”

jeongin’s smirk widens, “that’s my girl. keep going, tell me how badly you need me”

“i need you so much”, you whine, curling your fingers to hit that sensitive spot inside you, “i need your mouth on me, your cock, just… anything, p-please- jeongin”

he chuckles darkly, “i wanna lick you clean, darling, bury my tongue in that dripping pussy and taste every drop of you while you scream my name”

your walls flutter around your fingers at his words, another gush of wetness soaking your hand, “i wanna see you too”, you beg him, your eyes locked on the screen now, “please, show me your cock”

“but have you been a good girl?”, he teases you, “do you deserve it?”

“yes”, you moan as your orgasm builds fast, “i’ve been so good, watching you and touching myself just like this every time”

jeongin can see the way your body tenses, your thighs shaking and your moans pitching higher as you near the edge.

“stop”, he says, “don’t come yet. not until i’m ready to come with you”

you stop, pulling your soaked fingers out with a frustrated whimper, your cunt clenching around nothing now, so close to your orgasm that it hurts. your eyes plead with the camera, begging silently as your chest heaves. but then you see how he moves back and then takes all of his clothes off, his hand moving to his cock and spreading the precum beading at the tip.

jeongin’s hand wraps tightly around his thick cock and your eyes lock onto the sight, your naked body still spread wide on the bed, your pussy throbbing from the denial.

“look at you, darling”, he says, his eyes fixed on your cunt through the camera, “you must wanna put that pretty mouth to use on me right? wrap those lips around my cock and suck me down while you finger that soaked pussy?”

“yes, fuck yes”, you beg, your voice cracking.

your hand twitches towards your clit, desperate to touch yourself again, but jeongin’s sharp tone cuts through.

“stop. hands off. don’t you dare touch yourself until i say so”

you whimper in frustration, pulling your fingers away just as they brush your folds, your cunt clenching emptily and sending another trickle of arousal down your thighs. your nipples ache and you arch your back, moaning at the image of him jerking off for you. he strokes his cock harder now, his hips thrusting into his fist.

“that’s it”, he says, “keep moaning for me. imagine my cock stretching your throat, fucking your face while you choke on it”

your body trembles, your thighs shaking as you fight the urge to move your finger back inside you again. every stroke he makes makes your cunt flutter, you’re so wet it’s pooling beneath you.

“p-please, jeongin, i-i need it”, you whine, your voice breathy and desperate, “i need you, i… i need to come”

he chuckles again, slowing his strokes to edge himself, “not yet. be a good girl for me and wait”

your begging intensifies, your hips bucking against nothing as you tell him how badly you want him, but he denies you again when your hand slips too close without you realising.

“stop”, he says again and you do, panting, your orgasm hovering right at the edge and then, when his breathing grows ragged and his cock swells in his grip, he groans louder than before, “now, finger yourself again. make that pussy come with me”

you don’t wait any longer, you move three fingers deep into your soaked cunt while your thumb circles your clit. more moans pour from your lips, mixing with his grunts as his hand moves faster around his cock.

“fuck, yes, think about my tongue licking every drop from your pussy”, he says and that is enough to push you over.

your orgasm hits explosively, your walls clamping down on your fingers as you squirt around them, your juices coming out in waves that soak the sheets. your vision blurs, your body convulsing with pleasure while jeongin groans loudly, his cum coming out in thick ropes across his stomach and hand as he comes with you. you both ride it out together, your screams echoing as his release paints his skin and your cunt keeps pulsing and dripping endlessly.

once your orgasms end, you both stare at the screen, your chest heaving and your faces red.

“that was… intense”, you whisper, a shy smile tugging at your lips as you look at the mess between your legs and realise what has just happened.

jeongin smirks, wiping his cum slowly, “you were perfect, y/n, don’t overthink it. just watching you come like that for me and thinking you’ve done that every time, i… fuck-”, he leans closer, his voice softening but still dominant, “when do you arrive in seoul?”

“in two days. at 6”, you reply, still catching your breath.

“good. i’ll take you out for dinner that night”, he says, his eyes gleaming, “and if you’re good enough, i’ll give you a private show later”

a/n: we didn't have our maknae ON top but he's still the best top 😎 thank you so much for reading again, only three to go now: my han girlies get ready for the ride hip hip

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he is the next one yes 😏