Summary: You and Jiyong used to hate each other. But now that you’re in a secret relationship sometimes that hatred still seeps out.
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: 18+ mdni. Oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v., choking
Author’s Note: Here is day 20 (!!) of the April challenge. I tried to capture this prompt as best I could, but I gave it a more playful approach than a toxic one. I need my boy to be happy sometimes I guess.
When you first met Jiyong you’d hated him. Every event you ran into each other you were met with glares and cold shoulders. There’d been no real reason for your mutual hatred for each other, there was nothing you could pinpoint it on. You had preferred it this way, not speaking at events, the brief fights you’d have when you had to work together. It was nice, solid, comfortable even. You didn’t like to think about the way your breath hitched when he looked at you. Didn’t want to admit that maybe there was something else boiling under the surface. Maybe you didn’t really hate him at all.
“Why does he hate me?” You whined to Seunghyun as Jiyong stormed past you, his shoulder bumping into you.
“Yeah like you’ve been an angel.” He teased. “Maybe try being nice to him.”
“Why should I? He’s never been nice to me.”
Your groups were touring together, it was torture for you having to spend so much time with him. You kept your distance for months - he did too. Jiyong watched from across the room while you joked around with Seunghyun, a glare on his face. You always thought there was something more going on there with them, how he was always so angry when the two of you were together. In reality he just didn’t like how easy it was for you to become friends with his friends. He wanted to be the one to make you laugh.
One night in the middle of the tour everything changed.
Your ex had somehow made his way to a show, he’d been banned but had found a way backstage. He’d cornered you alone. The shouting couldn’t be heard over the music, but Jiyong had forgotten something and walked in as he’d stepped just a little too close to you. He saw red but before he could punch the guy, security was there escorting him from the building. Jiyong had kept a close eye on you that night, never letting you too far from him. The rest had been history.
Nobody had noticed the shift, you two keeping up your fights for appearances, not sitting close to each other at group dinners. That didn’t stop your eyes from finding his, always catching him watching you when he couldn’t touch you. You spent your nights wrapped up in each other's arms. You’d sneak off between sets for stolen kisses in dark hallways away from prying eyes. You’d agreed this was too new, too special to announce in the middle of a tour.
It was the last night of the tour and you were having a hard time with your costumes. They were worn out, barely holding together and the costume designer had deemed herself worthless. The girls had given up on you and you were currently sitting on the floor, leaning against a couch while you tried to sew up a hole in your dress. A gentle knock on the door startled you and you looked up to see Jiyong entering the room.
“Go away.” You sniffled as you threw the needle down in frustration. You’d just have to pray the dress didn’t fall off on stage.
Jiyong smirked as he made his way over to you, kneeling on the ground in front of you.
“Let me look.” As he was about to crawl over to you you reached your leg out, your heel digging into his chest as you pushed him back.
“I said go away, Jiyong.”
Once you were in a mood like this, it was best to just leave you alone until the meltdown had ended. In your rational brain you knew the dress wouldn’t actually fall apart on stage but damn if you weren’t pissed that there wasn’t enough money in the budget for new outfits at least for tonight. JIyong didn’t care, he liked pushing your buttons.
Jiyong snorted, raising a brow as your heel dug into him. Your eyes locked and you let out a sigh as his hand ran across your thigh, moving your leg to rest comfortably on his shoulder. He didn’t need to explain to the crowd why he had heel marks all over his chest. He turned his head, placing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh and you let out a small moan. He smirked at the sound, getting the reaction he wanted before moving his lips away from you.
“I hate you.” You groaned as you moved your leg, giving him a gentle kick.
Jiyog smirked in response as he reached out to grab the fabric of your dress, giving it a quick once over.
“You’ll be fine out there, it’ll hold.”
It annoyed you how sure he sounded. As if he knew everything and you balled your hands into fists. Jiyong caught on to how tense you were, he might not be able to fix your dress but he could definitely help ease that tension. He pulled you closer as his lips moved back to your thigh, moving slowly over your skin, alternating between kisses and gentle bites, leaving small marks all over your inner thigh. Your hands found their way to his hair, tugging gently as he stopped his movements at your wet core.
“Damn, that wet for me already?” He teased,
His teeth hooked into the string of your panties as he tugged them down your legs, his eyes staying locked on yours. Once they were halfway down, his fingers hooked into them, pulling them the rest of the way off. He moved your other leg, positioning himself between your thighs as his fingers opened your lips. His tongue darted out, licking from your entrance to your clit, his tongue began swirling around your clit. You let out a moan, your heels digging into his shoulder blades and he hissed at the contact. He moved his hand, inserting two fingers as he began to pump in rhythm to his tongue.
It was too much, your body feeling warm as your head clouded with lust. Jiyong brought you close, his fingers curling inside you as his tongue swirled around your clit. He removed his fingers abruptly, his tongue lapping up your sweetness. He would never get tired of how you tasted. Your hips rocked against his tongue as he swirled around your clit faster. Just as he felt you about to release he pulled away.
“Ji, please.” you whined and he smirked as he moved, hovering over you.
His lips crashing down on yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth and you moaned as you tasted yourself on him. Your tongues massaged together as your hands slid down his chest, towards his pants and unbuttoned them, pushing them down. Your hand cupped him through his boxers and he rocked into your hand. He shrugged out of his boxers and pulled you into his lap, switching you to being on top of him. You hoovered over him, your hand pumping his cock slowly as you positioned yourself. You lowered onto him slowly, so slowly taking him inch by inch until he was fully inside of you. You both moaned at the sensation, your walls clamping around him. You’d been so close to orgasm seconds ago that this simple movement almost set you off.
You rocked your hips, Jiyong letting out a moan as his hand moved to your throat, he squeezed gently applying pressure, and you choked out a moan as your hips rocked faster.
“Harder.” You moaned
Jiyong’s mouth moved to your neck, his tongue darting out to circle the sensitive spot right above your collarbone as his hand tightened around your throat. He bit down gently, making sure to leave a mark. You guys were trying to keep your relationship a secret but that didn’t mean he couldn’t leave his mark all over your body.
You brought your hand to his head, moving it back up to your face, your lips capturing his hungrily as his hips bucked up in rhythm with yours. Your movements got faster, the friction almost too much and Jiyong let out a low moan, one you knew all too well. He was getting close. His hand tightened around your throat as he brought his free hand to your clit, rubbing fast circles as you rocked your hips faster. The friction was too much and your walls clenched around him as you screamed out his name, riding out your orgasm. Jiyong’s hips bucked into yours with a deep thrust as he came inside you. You stopped moving, Jiyong inside of you as you relaxed against him, catching your breath.
His fingers loosened on your throat and you slid off him, moving to sit next to him. He turned to face you, his hand moving a stray piece of hair out of your face as he leaned in to kiss you. It was slow and sweet, the urgency from before gone as you two sat there wrapped up in each other. As if nothing else mattered but the two of you.
“I love you.” You whispered against his lips, your eyes widening as the confession slipped from your lips.
He didn’t respond at first, instead his hand moved to cup your cheek and he brought his lips to yours again, pressing them together so gently as if he was afraid you’d take the words back if he wasn’t careful. Your hand moved to rest on top of his and you sighed into the kiss.
“I love you too.” His eyes were unreadable as he moved to stand up, his hand reaching for yours to help pull you up.
He took his time smoothing out your hair before he moved to adjust your dress. Once he was satisfied that there were no signs of what you’d just done in the room he smiled at you. You just needed something to cover that mark on your neck. He reached over, handing you a scarf. It wasn’t a typical part of the costume but you happily took it, wrapping it around your neck before placing a soft kiss to his cheek.
“All good?” Seunghyun asked with a raised brow. You shrugged, pretending as if this was normal behavior.
“Jiyong thought he could fix my dress. Turns out he’s not good at everything.” He snorted, rolling his eyes.
“Whatever you say princess. Not my problem, your dress is falling apart.” His eyes shone with love as he looked at you, but his face still showed that indifference everyone had grown used to.
“We’re not stupid, you know?” Seunghyun looked between the two of you, annoyance evident on his face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jiyong slapped his back, his arm moving to rest on his friend's shoulder. “Come on, let's go watch the shit show.” He grinned.
You rolled your eyes at both of them before turning to meet up with your group, taking your place for the show. Jiyong and Seunghyun watched from the sidelines as your group performed. His eyes on you the entire set. Seunghyun noticed, of course he did. Jiyong tried to play it off, saying he was worried his stitching wouldn’t hold and how bad it would be for everyone if there was a dress malfunction on the last night of tour. He knew it was bullshit, but neither of you were ready to leave your bubble. Your eyes met briefly and Jiyong raised a brow before looking away, showing complete indifference to your set. He knew that would drive you just the right amount of crazy to want to take it out on him after the show, and he couldn’t wait to get you alone later.
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Like my last study, this took reference from multiple still shots. I got the idea after someone posted the first photo saying "someone should draw Myra like this 👀👀" and I thought, why not try? I had no idea it was Chappell Roan until after I reverse-searched it to find more angles from the same shoot 😭
i love the morally grey mono representation from what we've seen of dtn so far. he's always been like that, but especially early on there was a huge sentiment of poor innocent baby mono who can do no wrong, when in reality he's just as complicated and morally grey and at times cruel as six is (if people start villainizing him next im crashing tf out.) i'm so so excited for all the new little nightmares content coming out, and i'm wishing (likely in vain) for the fandom to learn media literacy this time around PLEASE🙏🙏
edit like 10 minutes after posting i've heard that mfs are villainizing him sigh this is the end
