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Flowers(^з^)-☆
pairing: skz ot8 (separate) x fem! reader
genre: flufff!!
ss count: 10
synopsis: you send the boys some just because flowers and this is what they say!
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How Skz cuddles
Bangchan:
This man wants your head on his chest and his arms around you as soon as the cuddling starts. He just wants to envelop you and hold you tightly. We all know about him wanting to protect Stays, he definitely wants to feel like your protector.
Grade A squeezer, he gets cute aggression nearly every time he looks down at you and remembers how precious you are
He doesn't necessarily play with your hair but he does love to often have one hand on your head, smoothing your hair, resting there, and of course keeping it on his chest
Lee Know
Lee Know is a real cuddle switch, half the time he is holding you, but the other half of the time (and only in the deep privacy of just you two) he wants to be held
When he is holding you he has his arm around your waist, your knees tucked on his lap with his other arm gently tracing up and down your leg
Even when he is holding you though he wants your arms around him, tight around his strong core that only you get to see... ;)
When you are holding him he is full little spoon, laying down, face to face, his head tucked in your neck, and his arm draped over your waist and obviously resting on your butt. He loves when you play with this hair and talk or hum softly
Changbin
He loves your head on his shoulder and both of your arms wrapped aroud his bicep. Obviously.
In general he just likes anytime you are lightly scratching/tracing his muscles
But he also loves having his hands all. over. you. His hands are always roaming, tracing, rubbing, squeezing. He seems to especially love all the parts you are most self-conscious about. His hands often rest the most on your tummy, your thighs, your hips, and your love handles. He genuinely loves them and was shocked when he found out you were self-conscious of them
Hyunjin
This man's loves when his limbs are so tangled up in yours it isn't clear whose are whose.
He's snaking his arms around you and wrapping his legs tightly and he does not let go. Getting up to the go to the bathroom is a whole ordeal so you make sure you are good to go before getting into it
He equally loves having his head on your chest and yours own his. And honestly you often shift positions so often that organically who is the cuddler and the cuddlee is 50/50 every time.
Han
Han loves when you are sitting between his legs, facing away from him so he can play with your hair
Sometimes he is silly, figuring out how to braid or doing ridiculous hairstyles.
Other times he is giving you a scalp massage, running his fingers through your hair and peppering your neck with kisses and a light massage
Eventually he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back so your head is resting on his chest
Felix
He loooooooooves to hold hands, so no matter how you are cuddling he is definitely holding your hands as much as he can
He is he master of the thumb trace over your hand as he holds your hand and it genuinely gives you butterflies every time
He also really loves when you fall asleep with your head in his lap. He loves watching you sleep as he gently thumbs your hair or traces his favorite features on your face
Seugnmin
He loves full body contact as much as possible so either: his full weight on you, or your full weight on him
It will start easy enough with him as the big spoon, pulling you in tight and your head resting in his neck
But eventually, half of this man's body is genuinely on top of you, fully relaxed and trapping you in. He started it as a joke but you realized pretty quickly that it is what he loves, just feeling completely supported by you
Don't worry he also loves when you do it back, he even calls you his weighted blanket sometimes. There is no better way to calm him down then to just lay down on him and wait for his breathing to calm down and his heart to slow.
IN
Definitely likes to be the one holding you
He likes a lot of different cuddling positions and he is the one who directs you through them, like he genuinely every once in a while thinks of a new way to cuddle with you and then gets so excited to try it out. Then he physically positions you to see if it works
Even though he prefers to be the one in charge of the cuddling he goes wild for your nails lightly scratching him. So he might be holding you but you are keeping him whipped with those nails.
clearing all of the clutter
-> skz x gn!reader
warnings+”: not proofread and grammar is probably shit, all lowercase intended, comfort, comfort, comfort. in two of them reader is wearing over the ear headphones to distract from loud noises and also ear plugs mentioned, nothing too descriptive though, reader get overwhelmed and struggles to do/finish chores around the house, reader shuts down, the guys are so sweet, don't hesitate to help finish chores or comfort reader while feeling off and/or having a rough day:( and they don't know how to not do things asap to keep you happy word count: 2.8k , roughly 310 - 445 words for each member notes ִֶָ ࣪ (just a psa:::: im autistic and borderline so this is a little(lot) personal and based of things that i have experienced/have to live through everyday so please be nice or ill cry (jkjkjk...)lowkey excited to post this one. it has a special place in my heart.) if this might trigger you in anyway, you aren't going to hurt my feelings by skipping this one. i honestly don't know how seungmins got so long.... reblogs and comments help the most! id love to know what you think of this one:) remember to take care of yourself and stay hydrated and thank you for the support!!!
// my last skz post -> do you feel better (jeongin)(18+) MDNI!!
chan
he finds you sitting on the couch, stiff as a board, and staring at the wall. he notices that you have the last pillow he needed for your bed and slowly approaches.
"feeling okay? mind if I take that pillow?"
he reaches for it, but stops when your entire body locks up. your hands gripping said pillow into your chest and shake your head.
"okay, let me rephrase that." Chan says and then bites his lip in thought. "do you want this for now and you can put it back on the bed when you're done, or, do you want me to go put it on the bed right now, so all of your pillows will be in their spots?"
he lets you process his words with no rush for an answer. a few minutes later you are sliding the pillow off of your lap and onto his. "thank you baby."
once he places it back in its rightful spot, chan busies himself putting the rest of your clothes away. placing your most loved pieces closest to the closet door for easy access. the next time he comes out, he is holding onto your over the ear headphones in one hand, your favorite fidget in the other.
"I'm about to vacuum so put these on."
chan waits for you to slip them over your head before starting. occasionally checking on you from the corner of his eyes or by peeking his head out from the hallway that he was going down. he couldn't go longer than three minutes without panicking to see that you were okay. when done, he sits next to you again. tapping your leg to get you to take off your headphones.
"I finished everything and i'm thinking about ordering food. how does that sound right now?"
you look at him for the first time since going quiet and nod.
minho
you're hand was in a constant circular motion under the hot water. the plate probably spotless now with how long you had been cleaning it. minho passes by you to grab something and stops immediately at your vacant stare.
he come up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder. his hands going around your waist to dip into the water and take the plate from your hand. you take a deep breath, leaning yourself back onto minho.
"need a break?" he whispers near your ear and you nod. he presses a gentle kiss just below your ear.
minho takes the towel from your shoulder to dry your hands after setting the plate aside. your brain can't really process what's happening as he leads you over to the couch and helps you get comfortable enough to lay down. leaving a kiss to your forehead before returning to the kitchen. you barely hear as he washes the rest of the dishes.
he walks around gathering trash and taking it out, wiping down the counters and stove tops. once he's done, minho washes his hands, dries them and then makes his way back over to you. he lays himself into the space beside you, resting his forehead against yours.
neither of you say anything. his thumb comes up to trace lightly along the side of your face. one of the things that calmed your mind when words couldn't. slowly, the tension dissipates from your body and you cuddle closer to him. he takes this as a sign that you are okay with more physical touch.
"are you feeling up for a movie night?" he asks.
you nod into his neck and he gently squeezes you for a few seconds before letting go to get the remote.
changbin
the last of your family had finally left. your little get together had been a little too successful for how small of an apartment you and changbin share. he could tell by the third time your little cousins had gone into your room to mess with your trinkets that you were beginning to shut down. you both had tried your best to keep them out but they were stubborn things.
changbin walks back from the front door and collapses onto the couch next to you. he lays his hand palm up on your thigh and your fingers begin to trace the lines along it.
"i say we're good to not have that many people over again for a long time." he tries to joke and frowns when he gets no reaction.
he clasps the hand that was tracing his palm with both of his and brings it up to his lips. your shoulders relax a little which makes the tension in his own shoulders loosen.
"why don't you lay down and rest your eyes for a bit while i clean up, yeah?" he mumbles against the top of your hand.
you shake your head to protest but changbin stops you. "i got it baby. rest."
he takes his time carefully placing all of your moved trinkets back into their rightful spots around the bedroom. his face scrunches when he spots little trails of dust and dirt from shoes going across the duvet. quickly he rips it off the mattress, along with the pillowcases and sheets, and starts a load of laundry.
when he comes back to check on you he sees that you are completely passed out. your hands tucked under your chin with your knees pulled up as close to your chest as possible.
he can't help but coo at how adorable you look and he's glad your body was getting some much needed rest.
hyunjin
the day could not have ended any faster. your feet were killing you and you had no time to eat at work with how many emails your co worker decided to unload onto you. it only gets worse when you trip over yourself in the entryway and drop your phone. letting out a curse as you pick it up.
hyunjin hears the crash from the bedroom. having just finished placing, and fluffing, the new decor pillows you had picked out for your bed a few weeks ago. he furrows his brows at the sound and begins his way towards it. when he hears you whimper, his pace speeds up.
his heart drops at the sight of you. eyes slightly red from exhaustion and tears, while your shoulders are slumped forward. you don't notice him walking towards you and jump a little when he rests his hand on your shoulder. you take one look at him, and break. falling into his chest with your hands covering your face.
"oh honey, i didn't realize it was this bad when you texted me at lunch. what can i do?" he asks and hugs you tight.
you just shrug.
he pouts at your lack of answer but starts off simple by helping you take off your coat and shoes. as he guides you towards the bedroom you stop. your eyes widen at the sight of all the new plants lined up on your windowsill that were not there when you left this morning. several of them you remember mentioning randomly a long, long time ago. you turn to him with happy tears in your eyes this time.
"please don't cry because of me." he wipes under your eyes with a small smile on his face.
"you remembered." you say through tears.
hyunjin kisses your forehead. "it's you. of course i remember."
jisung
the sound of the mail being dropped off hits jisungs ears, making him perk up from the couch.
you were still passed out in bed. the two of you staying up late binge watching your favorite show after you came home crying from a bad lunch date with your sister. the package he picks up from the porch is exactly what he expected it to be. thinking that hopefully, this can help cheer you up once you're awake.
he goes into each of the rooms with trashcans, emptying them and then replacing the bag. when he passes the living room he notices some extra blankets that you two had been to tired to put away and folds them up. putting them back in the basket you keep by the side on the tv stand. he start to hum the first song that comes to his head as he starts to open your package to hand wash the things inside.
he was going to wait until your birthday to give it to you but decided that surprising you with it today would so much more worth it. carefully he takes out the vintage snack plate and matching mug. grinning widely at how good they looked in person and was giddy at the thought of your reaction when you see it.
just as jisung finishes pouring your favorite drink into the mug he hears the bedroom door open. you're rubbing your eyes when his own finally land on you and quickly stands in front of his masterpiece as to not ruin the surprise.
"good morning baby." he smiles at you and you give a tired one back.
he meets you halfway, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and gives the top of your head a few kisses.
"i was going to surprise you in bed but we can work with this."
he steps back and watches as your gaze goes from confused to stunned.
"is that— '' you cant even get out your sentence without choking up.
people always called you old and made fun of you for loving antique dishware so much. but having jisung surprise you with the specific ones you never shut up about.
"made your favorites too." he says as he follows after you.
the wind is nearly knocked out of him as you spin to hug him tightly.
felix
it had been a long night. a sudden lighting storm had scared you so bad you had began to panic and cried yourself to sleep with earplugs in. he couldn't help the few tears that fell onto your hairline at your frightened state. and the fact that there was nothing he could do but wait out the storm.
you are still sound asleep when he eventually woke up. he gently traces his thumb under your puffy eye and cheek. planting a barely there kiss to your nose before carefully getting out from underneath you.
he goes out back to assess the damage and cringes when he sees the wooden outdoor side table that you liked so much had been broken at the leg. felix now makes it his mission to fix it before you wake up. and considering how early into the morning the storm went on for. you weren't waking up anytime soon.
there was a hardware store not too far away so he decided to get everything he'd need there. when he walks out the front door he sees that your car is a mess. dirt and leaves smothered all over. hardware store, than car wash. he switches his keys for yours then leaves.
he is disappointed when he can't find a single thing he needs and just decides to buy a completely new leg that he can just attach with a few nails and screws. when he gets home after the car wash, he's a little surprised to see that you were actually still asleep. but, he knew your body needed it.
the last screw goes in smoothly. the backdoor opens and you call out his name confused.
"you seem like you've been busy." your voice cracks slightly, still raw from your cries.
"i did a few things while you were sleeping." he stands up and makes his way over to hug you. "nothing you need to worry your gorgeous self about."
seungmin
he didn't expect you to actually show up. crowded, noisy parties like this weren't usually your scene. but he wasn't about to complain.
"hey you made it." he smiles and lets you pull him into a quick side hug.
your body already feeling itchy with how many people were crammed in the small living area. but you push on. wanting nothing more than to spend time with seungmin without your friends around twenty four seven.
he's only able to keep your mind occupied for so long before you begin to hyper focus on everything else. the heart shaking bass beating down on you. the constant screaming over music and cheers from people playing games. and matter how hard you tried, not a single person understood what personal space was.
usually you'd have your headphones as a buffer but you didn't want to embarrass yourself. or especially seungmin, even though he has seen them on you a few times. he can tell you are pulling away and into yourself and thanks his past self for thinking of what he's about to show you.
"want to go upstairs?" he asks. "it's getting a little stuffy in here."
he knew you wouldn't of said anything as to not bother him, but it was killing him watching you pretend like you weren't struggling. you nod your head.
the second he closes his bedroom door your brain is able to clear a little. the bass can still be felt but it wasn't as intense and debilitating.
"can i show you something?" his question throws you off.
you nod your head a few times and watch him go into his closet. when he comes back out he is holding onto what looks like a brand new shoe box. the things inside were rattling around and you were starting to get a little nervous.
he sits with a decent amount of space between you and sets the box there. you hesitate to open it but seungmin encourages you with a soft smile and an excited glint in his eyes.
you are greeted with a few sour candies, a stress ball and some fidget toys that are exact replicas of the ones you have at home and in your everyday bag. your eyes widen and get teary as they gaze back at seungmin.
"it's just for whenever you need to get away from the noise and help regulate when you come over. or, sorry, that's if you even want to come over again." he corrects himself.
you had never felt more seen by someone in your entire life.
jeongin
he could already see the disappointment washing over your face when the light bulbs in your new desk shine with a bright white blue. you played it off like it didn't matter but he wasn't going to let you suffer in silence. while on a break from practice, jeongin looks up different kinds of warm dimmer light bulbs. after finding the perfect ones for your desk he buys it and then gets back to learning the new choreography.
when they got here, you were out with some friends for a birthday activity so he took this opportunity to make his place more sensory friendly. your desk lamp being the first thing on his list. and with the extra bulbs he replaces the bedroom light and the living room light.
he takes out a trinket box that he had hyunjin help him make and puts all of your favorite fidgets inside, then sets the box next to your book on the bed side table. he also changes takes out the thicker curtains he bought when you agreed to move in with him and puts them up.
you toe your shoes off at the front door and stop dead in your tracks seeing jeongin stepping down from a ladder. twinkling lights cascading down along curtains you had never seen before. when he turns and sees you a smile from him is immediate.
"you're back earlier than i thought." he says then kisses you quickly.
"yeah i wasn't feeling too good by the end so i just came home. what's all of this?"
his heart warming, still not used to you cal his place your home. he follows you into your room and you stop him from turning on the lights. "it'll be okay i promise." he smiles again and you close your eyes tight, anticipating the overwhelming led lights.
you don't see a bright flash run across your eyelids. instead it's a deep orange hue. the overhead light is subtle now. you furrow your brows at him.
"when did you.." you trail off while walking towards the box you know wasn't there before either.
"you don't have to tolerate things that bother you, okay?" you spin at his words. "no matter what, i want to know."
you nod with teary eyes. wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him as tightly as you could without hurting him
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group || stray kids pairing || jeongin x afab!reader rating || teen word count II 1,146 content warnings || established relationship, unexpectant pregnancy, emotional hurt/comfort, domestic summary || Six months into the happiest relationship of your life, two pink lines change everything. When you show the pregnancy test to Jeongin, his first reaction is exactly what you feared.
The pregnancy test sat on the edge of the sink like a verdict. Two stark, pink lines. You’d been staring at it for ten minutes, your heart doing a frantic, panicked tango against your ribs. You and Jeongin had only been together for six months. Six wonderful, dizzying, head-over-heels months, but six months nonetheless. You weren’t supposed to be here.
Not yet.
You heard the front door open, his cheerful call of “I’m home! And I brought your favorite tteokbokki!” followed by the rustle of a plastic bag. Panic seized you. You quickly snatched the test, wrapped it in a wad of toilet paper, and shoved it into your pocket before walking out of the bathroom, trying to school your features into something resembling normalcy.
He was in the kitchen, setting the container on the counter, his back to you. He turned with a bright, sunny smile that made your chest ache. “There’s my girl. You look tired. Long day?”
“Something like that,” you managed, your voice thin.
His smile faltered slightly as he got a better look at you. He closed the distance between you, his gentle hands coming up to cup your face. “Hey, what’s wrong? You’re pale.”
You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t just say the words. So, you did the only thing you could think of. You reached into your pocket and pulled out the crumpled wad of toilet paper, placing it in his open palm.
He looked at it, confused. “Uh… a gift?”
“Just… open it,” you whispered, your eyes squeezing shut.
You heard the rustle of paper, a moment of silence, and then a sharp, in-drawn breath. You forced your eyes open to see him staring at the little plastic stick, his face a canvas of shock. His brow furrowed, his lips parted slightly. He looked from the test to you, then back again.
“This… this is a joke, right?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes. “I’m sorry, Innie.”
He didn’t say anything else. He just kept staring, and you watched as the initial shock morphed into something else—a flicker of fear, of uncertainty. He looked so young in that moment, so utterly out of his depth. He was the baby of his group, the beloved maknae, and right now, he looked every bit the part.
“I… I don’t…” he stammered, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not… I’m not ready for this. I’m just a kid myself.”
The words were a punch to the gut, exactly what you’d been dreading, but you couldn’t blame him. It was the truth.
“I know,” you said softly, your voice breaking. “We can figure it out. Whatever you want to do, I’ll—”
“No,” he interrupted, his gaze finally hardening with resolve. He looked down at the test again, his jaw tightening. “No. I need to think.”
He spent the rest of the evening in a quiet daze, but it wasn’t a cold silence. It was a processing silence. He ate the tteokbokki he’d brought you, feeding you bites with a distant, thoughtful expression. He was quiet, but he didn’t leave your side, his hand finding yours and holding on tight, as if anchoring himself to you.
The shift happened a week later, at your first official appointment. The doctor handed you the grainy, black-and-white ultrasound photo, and you watched as Jeongin stared at it. He was silent, his thumb tracing the outline of the tiny, jellybean-shaped blur. Then, he looked up at the screen where the live image was moving, a little flicker of a heartbeat pulsing on the monitor.
Something in his face changed. The fear, the uncertainty, the boyish panic—it all just… vanished. In its place was a fierce, protective fire you’d never seen before. He was no longer looking at a problem; he was looking at his child.
“Is that… the heart?” he asked the doctor, his voice low and serious.
The doctor pointed. “That’s it right there. Strong and steady, just like it should be.”
Jeongin’s hand tightened in yours. He didn’t take his eyes off the screen for the rest of the appointment. On the drive home, he was quiet again, but this time it was different. He was determined.
That night, he became a man on a mission. He pulled out his laptop, a notebook, and a pen. “Okay,” he said, all business. “We need a plan. First, nutrition. What can you eat? What can’t you eat? I read that folic acid is important. Are you taking prenatal vitamins? Which ones? We need the best ones.”
For the next three hours, he grilled you. He asked about every symptom, every craving, every ache. He made lists of questions to ask the doctor, researched the best maternity pillows, and compared car seat safety ratings with the intensity of someone studying for a final exam. He was trying, with every fiber of his being, to be ready.
At the next appointment, when the nurse brought out the needle for a blood test, you flinched. Without a word, Jeongin was there, taking your other hand and interlacing your fingers. He looked straight into your eyes, his own gaze steady and reassuring. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “I’m right here. Just squeeze my hand. Don’t look.” He held your gaze, a small, brave smile on his face, and you knew he was trying to be braver than he felt, for you.
One evening, you were curled up on the couch, your head in his lap. He was reading a book on pregnancy out loud, his voice a low, soothing rumble. He stopped mid-sentence, and you looked up to see him staring at your stomach, a soft, wondrous expression on his face.
“What is it?” you asked.
“I just… I can’t believe it,” he whispered, his free hand coming to rest gently on your belly. “I was so scared. I thought I was going to ruin everything because I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“And now?” you prompted, covering his hand with yours.
He looked at you, his eyes shining with a love so deep and profound it took your breath away. He wasn’t the same boy who had walked in a month ago, terrified and uncertain. He was still Jeongin—your sweet, goofy, loving Jeongin—but he was stronger now, steadier. He had grown up overnight, not because he had to, but because he wanted to. For you. For your family.
“Now,” he said, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips, then another to your stomach. “Now I know I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you both have everything. I’m going to be the best dad. I promise.”
And looking at him, at the fierce determination and unwavering love in his eyes, you didn’t doubt him for a second.
Genre: SFW/Oneshot/First Love
Pairing: Idol I.N. X Normal Fem!reader
WC:3639
TW: Really no warnings at all! Just sweet fluff.
AN: Hello Darling! @firstdivisiongirl I hope you’re doing well. Just a little something for you. Let me know what you think!
I.N.’s POV
The venue's green room buzzes with pre-show energy, but I barely notice. I'm tucked into the corner of a worn leather couch, my lunch half-eaten on the table beside me—some rice and vegetables that taste like nothing because my mind is somewhere else entirely. Thousands of miles away.
My phone sits in my palm, the screen lighting up with a notification, and my heart does that stupid thing where it skips. Y/N. Just seeing her name makes everything else fade—the chatter of the members, the distant sound check echoing through the walls, the pressure of the performance waiting just beyond this moment.
I can't help the smile that pulls at my lips as I tap the message. It's automatic, involuntary, the way my whole body responds to her. I glance around the room—Changbin is focused on his phone, Chan and Felix are debating something about the setlist, and the others have wandered out for a moment. Privacy. I slip one wireless earbud in, just one, so I can still hear if someone approaches.
The video loads, and for a split second, I see the thumbnail—shower tiles, the soft blur of steam—and my eyes widen. I pause it immediately, my thumb hovering over the screen as I do another sweep of the room. Coast is clear. My pulse picks up, not from nerves but from anticipation, from the intimacy of this moment she's chosen to share with me across the distance.
I press play.
The water cascades over her shoulders, catching the light in ways that make everything look softer, dreamlike. She's not posing, not performing—she's just her, moving through the simple act of showering, and somehow that makes it more beautiful than anything staged could ever be. Her skin glistens, droplets tracing paths down her arms, and I'm mesmerized by the gentle way she runs her hands through her hair.
But it's not the bare skin or the intimacy of the setting that stops my breath. It's when she looks at the camera—at me—and smiles. That shy, sweet smile that crinkles the corners of her eyes, the one that tells me she's thinking of me too, that she misses me as much as I miss her. It's soft and a little embarrassed, like she can't quite believe she's doing this, and it's the most devastating thing I've ever seen.
I watch it again. And then again. Just to see that smile, to memorize the exact way her lips curve, the way her cheeks flush slightly even through the screen. She's so beautiful. Not in the way the world sees beauty—though she is that too—but in the way that makes my chest ache, in the way that makes me want to be a better person just to deserve her.
My fingers move before I fully process what I'm doing, typing out a message:
I'll be home by Valentine's Day, I promise. I can't wait to call you tonight. You're the most beautiful person I've ever known. That smile... that smile is everything.
I hit send and sit back, the earbud still in, the video paused on her face. The noise of the green room filters back in—someone calling five minutes to stage, the rustle of the members gathering their things—but I stay in this moment a little longer, holding onto the warmth she's given me across the miles.
When I finally stand, slipping my phone into my pocket, I can still see her smile behind my eyelids. It'll carry me through the performance, through the lights and the screaming and the exhaustion. Because at the end of all of this, there's her. There's home. There's us.
A Few Days Later
The hotel room is quiet except for the hum of the air conditioning and the distant sound of traffic far below. My suitcase sits by the door, already packed for tomorrow's early flight. Everything is in its place—clothes folded, toiletries zipped away, phone charger coiled neatly. I should feel relieved. We're going home. I'm going home to her.
But my body is exhausted in that bone-deep way that comes from weeks of performances, travel, and never quite enough sleep. I stand at the bathroom sink, brushing my teeth with mechanical efficiency, staring at my reflection in the harsh fluorescent light. My eyes are tired, dark circles evident even through the haze of fatigue. I spit, rinse, run the water over my toothbrush.
That's when I hear it—the soft ping of my phone from the nightstand.
I finish up, splashing cold water on my face to chase away some of the weariness, then pad across the carpet in my pajama pants and t-shirt. The room is dim, just the bedside lamp casting warm light across the rumpled sheets. I pick up my phone, and my heart does that familiar lurch when I see her name.
Another video.
I sit on the edge of the bed, thumb hovering over the notification for just a second before I tap it. The screen fills with movement and color, and suddenly she's there—*right there*—and the exhaustion doesn't matter anymore.
She's in bed, her hair a beautiful mess against the pillows, strands fanned out in that careless way that only happens naturally. The camera is close, handheld, and I can see the red of her nightgown—silk or satin, something soft that catches the low light of her bedroom. It slips off one shoulder as she adjusts the phone, and I catch a glimpse of bare skin, the delicate line of her collarbone, before she moves again.
My breath catches. God, I love this. Not just the intimacy of it, though that sends warmth pooling in my chest, but the casualness. The trust. That she thinks of me at night, in her most private moments, and wants to share them. That she misses me enough to do this.
But then the camera steadies, and I see her face properly. Her eyes.
Everything else falls away.
They're soft in the dim light, a little sleepy maybe, but so expressive. I've always loved her eyes—the way they crinkle when she laughs, the way they darken when she's serious—but this is different. This is something I've been seeing more and more lately, something that makes my throat tight and my chest ache in the best possible way.
They're full of love. For me.
We've never said the words. Not yet. We dance around them sometimes, in the way we talk about the future, in the small promises we make, in moments like these. But looking at her now, seeing the way she's looking at the camera—at me—I feel it so strongly it's almost overwhelming.
I love you. The words are right there, sitting heavy and warm in my chest, pressing against my ribs. I love you, and I want to say it. I want you to know.
The video ends too soon, like they always do, and I immediately tap to save it to my camera roll. I need to keep this. I need to be able to come back to this moment, to those eyes, whenever the distance feels too great.
But saving it isn't enough. I need to hear her voice.
I hit the call button before I can second-guess myself, bringing the phone to my ear. It rings once. Twice.
She answers on the second ring, and her voice is soft, a little breathless. "Hi."
"Hi," I say back, and I can't help the smile that spreads across my face. Just hearing her makes everything better. "I just watched your video."
There's a pause, and I can almost see her blushing, the way she does when she's been vulnerable and is waiting to see how I'll react. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." I lean back against the headboard, settling into the pillows, phone pressed close. "You're so beautiful. You know that, right?"
She laughs softly, that shy laugh that makes my heart squeeze. "You always say that."
"Because it's always true." I close my eyes, picturing her in that bed, hair messy, red nightgown slipping off her shoulder. "But it's not just... I mean, yes, you're beautiful, but your eyes..."
"My eyes?" Her voice is curious now, lighter.
"They're so expressive. The way you look at the camera—at me—it's like I can feel everything you're thinking. Everything you're feeling." I pause, swallowing hard, because I'm getting close to something I'm not sure I'm ready to say out loud yet. "It's the best part of my day. Seeing you. Hearing from you. It makes all of this—" I gesture vaguely at the hotel room, the suitcase, the exhaustion, "—worth it."
"I miss you," she whispers, and there's that vulnerability again, that openness that she only shows me.
"I miss you too. So much." I open my eyes, staring at the ceiling. "But I'll be home by Valentine's Day. I promised, remember?"
"I remember."
"Good. Because I'm already counting down the hours." I can hear her breathing on the other end, steady and calm, and it soothes something restless in me. "What are you doing right now?"
"Lying here. Thinking about you." There's a rustle of fabric, like she's adjusting the pillows. "Wishing you were here."
"Me too." The words are inadequate, but they're all I have. I love you. The thought pulses through me again, insistent. I want to tell you. I want you to know.
But not like this. Not over the phone, when I'm exhausted and thousands of miles away. When I say it—and I *will* say it—I want to be looking into those eyes. I want to see her reaction. I want to be able to hold her when she responds.
So instead, I say, "Tell me about your day. I want to hear everything."
And she does. She talks, her voice soft and warm in my ear, and I listen to every word, holding onto the sound of her like a lifeline. The hotel room fades. The exhaustion fades. There's just her voice, and the promise of home, and the knowledge that in just a few more days, I won't have to miss her anymore.
At least for a little while.
Valentine’s Day
The flight lands early, and I don't waste time. My suitcase wheels click against the pavement as I make my way through the terminal, through the crowds of couples holding balloons and flowers, through the city streets that feel familiar and foreign all at once after weeks away. I should go home first—drop off my luggage, shower, change into something that doesn't smell like recycled airplane air. But I can't.
I can't wait another minute.
The flower shop near her café is still open, thank god, and I duck inside. The air is thick with the scent of roses and lilies, overwhelming after the sterile cold of the airport. I move past the dramatic bouquets, the dozen red roses wrapped in cellophane, the elaborate arrangements meant to impress. My eyes scan the buckets until I find what I'm looking for.
White tulips.
Her favorite. She told me once, late at night on a video call, that white tulips meant new love. Fresh starts. Something pure and hopeful. I didn't tell her then that I'd been thinking about love—*our* love—for weeks already, that it wasn't new anymore but something that had been growing steadily, quietly, until it filled every part of me.
I choose one. Just one. Perfect and simple, petals closed like a secret waiting to unfold. The florist wraps the stem in brown paper, and I tuck it carefully under my arm, my suitcase handle gripped in my other hand.
The walk to her café takes five minutes. Five minutes where my heart pounds harder with each step, where the exhaustion from travel dissolves into anticipation. The sky is overcast, typical Seoul winter gloom, but it doesn't matter. Nothing matters except getting to her.
When I round the corner, I see the café—warm light spilling from the windows onto the gray sidewalk, the painted sign swinging slightly in the breeze. And through the glass, I see her.
I stop.
My breath catches, and for a moment I just stand there on the sidewalk, suitcase beside me, white tulip in hand, and I watch.
She's moving behind the counter, all controlled chaos and focused energy. Her hair is pulled up in a messy ponytail, strands escaping around her face, and she's wearing that dark blue apron over a simple black outfit—nothing fancy, nothing meant to impress—but she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. She's always beautiful, but there's something about seeing her in her element, doing what she loves, that makes my chest ache.
She moves with purpose, taking an order from a customer with that bright, genuine smile she gives everyone. She nods, writes something on a cup, turns to the espresso machine. Her hands work with practiced efficiency, and I can see her lips moving—probably chatting with the customer, making them feel seen, making their day a little better. That's what she does. She makes people happy.
She hands over the drink, says something that makes the customer laugh, and then she's turning again, reaching for something on the shelf behind her—
And she collides straight into one of her coworkers.
I can't hear it through the glass, but I see her mouth form an apology, see her hand reach out to steady the other person, see the embarrassed laugh that makes her nose scrunch up. My lips pull into a smile I can't suppress. God, I love her. Even her clumsy moments, even the way she immediately tries to fix things, to make sure everyone's okay.
She's still laughing, turning back toward the counter, and then.
Our eyes meet.
Through the glass. Through the distance. Through everything.
The world doesn't just fade—it stops. The traffic behind me, the pedestrians passing by, the cold February air—none of it exists. There's only her face, the way her expression shifts from surprise to disbelief to something that looks like joy and relief all tangled together. Her lips part slightly, and I watch her say something to her coworker without breaking eye contact with me.
She moves. The door swings open, the little bell chiming, and then she's *there*, stepping out onto the sidewalk, the cold air catching the loose strands of her hair.
"You're here," she breathes, and her voice is exactly as I remember—soft and warm and home.
"I promised," I say, and my voice comes out rougher than I intend, thick with everything I've been holding back. "Valentine's Day."
Her eyes—those eyes I've been dreaming about—are bright, shining with something that might be tears, and she's looking at me like I'm the only person in the world. Like I just made her entire year by showing up with a suitcase and a single flower.
"You didn't even go home first," she says, and there's wonder in her voice, like she can't quite believe it.
"Couldn't wait." I hold out the white tulip, and my hand is steadier than I feel. "This is for you."
She takes it carefully, fingers brushing mine, and the touch sends electricity up my arm. She brings the flower close, breathing in its subtle scent, and when she looks back at me, that smile—that smile—is everything.
"New love," she whispers, and there's a question in her eyes, something vulnerable and hopeful.
"Not so new anymore," I say quietly, stepping closer, close enough that I can see the flecks of color in her irises, the way her breath comes a little faster. "But real. So real."
The words I've been holding back—I love you—are right there, sitting on my tongue, and I'm going to say them. Soon. But right now, standing on this gray Seoul sidewalk with my suitcase and her holding a white tulip, I just need to be here. With her.
"I missed you," she says, and a single tear slips down her cheek.
I reach up, catching it with my thumb, my palm cupping her face. "I missed you.”
I can't help myself.
The words are still hanging between us—I missed you—and suddenly the distance of even inches feels like too much. My hand slides from her cheek to the back of her neck, fingers threading into the loose strands of her hair, and I pull her closer. My other arm wraps around her waist, drawing her fully into me, into my warmth, until there's no space left between us. Just her body against mine.
She fits perfectly. Like she was made to be held by me.
I lean down, my forehead touching hers for just a heartbeat, and then I kiss her.
Soft. Tender. Everything I've been feeling for weeks—months—poured into this single moment. Her lips are warm despite the cold air, and they part slightly under mine, welcoming. The world tilts, or maybe that's just me, losing myself in the taste of her, the feel of her. My thumb traces the line of her jaw as I kiss her again, deeper this time, trying to tell her without words everything I haven't been able to say.
When I pull back, it's barely enough to breathe. My lips still graze hers, hovering, reluctant to break the connection completely. My eyes are still closed, my heart pounding so hard I'm sure she can feel it through our coats.
"I love you."
The words slip out, quiet but certain, and saying them feels like finally exhaling after holding my breath for too long. I love you. Three words I've been carrying around like a secret, and now they're hers. Out in the open. Real.
It takes me a moment to open my eyes. Maybe because I'm scared. Maybe because this moment feels too fragile, too perfect, and I don't want to see anything that might shatter it. But when I finally do—when I force my eyes open and look at her—
God.
She's staring at me with this expression that makes my chest crack wide open. Wonder. Disbelief. And *love*. So much love it's almost overwhelming. Her eyes are shining, bright with unshed tears, and there's this soft, trembling smile on her lips that makes me want to kiss her all over again.
"I love you too," she whispers, and her voice breaks just slightly on the words, like they mean as much to her as they do to me. "Jeongin, I—I love you so much."
Hearing my name—my real name—from her lips, wrapped in those words, undoes me completely.
She surges forward, closing the fraction of space I'd left between us, and kisses me again. This time it's different—rushed, a little desperate, like she needs to prove that her words are true, that this is real. Her hands come up to grip the front of my jacket, pulling me down to her, and I go willingly, eagerly. My arm tightens around her waist, holding her so close I can feel her heartbeat against my chest, rapid and wild.
The kiss is needier now, less controlled, but still sweet—so sweet it aches. Her lips move against mine with a kind of urgency that matches what's been building in me for weeks. All the distance, all the longing, all the late-night calls and video messages—it's all pouring out now, into this kiss, into the way she clings to me like I might disappear if she lets go.
I tilt my head, deepening the kiss, and she makes this soft sound in the back of her throat that nearly destroys me. My hand slides up her back, fingers splaying between her shoulder blades, and I pull her impossibly closer. She tastes like coffee and something sweeter, something that's just her, and I want to memorize it. Every second of this. The way her breath hitches. The way her fingers curl tighter into my jacket. The way she kisses me like I'm oxygen and she's been holding her breath.
When we finally break apart—because we have to, because we're standing on a public sidewalk in the middle of the evening and I'm vaguely aware that we probably have an audience—we're both breathing hard. Her forehead drops to my chest, and I rest my cheek against the top of her head, my arms still wrapped securely around her.
She lifts her head, looking up at me with those expressive eyes that say more than words ever could, and she's still holding the white tulip in one hand, pressed carefully between us. New love. Fresh starts.
But this doesn't feel new anymore. It feels like something that's been growing in the dark, quietly and steadily, until it finally broke through into the light.
"I love you," I say again, because now that I've said it once, I can't seem to stop. I want to say it a thousand times. I want her to never doubt it.
"I love you," she echoes, and her smile is radiant, even with tears still clinging to her lashes. "Happy Valentine's Day, Jeongin."
"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N." I brush a strand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "Best one I've ever had."
She laughs, that beautiful, unguarded laugh that I've fallen in love with, and she rises up on her toes to kiss me one more time—soft and sweet and full of promise.
And standing there on that gray Seoul sidewalk, with my suitcase forgotten beside me and her in my arms, I know without a doubt that this—she—is everything I've been searching for.
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IN CONTROL | jeongin established relationship. college au. smut. minors dni.
pairing: jeongin x fem!reader word count: 4.7k warnings: explicit content, swearing, soft!dom jeongin, unprotected sex, sex toys (vibrator), public humiliation (kinda), fingering, piv, spanking, creampie summary: jeongin buys a new toy and decides to test it out in the library
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“This is the best idea I’ve ever had.” Jeongin mumbles, his eyes dark, trained on your every move.
Jeongin is a menace, insatiable, constantly finding different ways to turn your sex lives up a notch or two when he has the time. And tonight, he’s trying something new.
Well, you both are.
The library is unusually busy for a Friday night, you realize, as you squeeze your thighs together and pull your bottom lip tight between your teeth. Jeongin’s still watching, probably has spit pooling in his mouth at the sight of you squirming in your chair. He does little to hide the slight upturn of his mouth, and it only serves to turn you on more.
There wasn’t much that could have prepared you for what he had waiting the minute you strolled into his apartment earlier, his eyes sparkling when you planted an innocent, unknowing kiss on his cheek.
“What’s that look for?” You had asked, raising an eyebrow when his smile only grew.
“We’re still going to the library tonight, right?” He asked, hand on your waist as he caged you in against the counter of his kitchenette. His fingers flexed atop the fabric of your jeans, already excited, itching to touch.
“That’s the plan. Unless you don’t want to, but I really need to study for my philosophy debate next week and—wait. What is that?”
“Surprise.” He said, pulling a small box out from behind his back. You let your eyes dart between him and the gift, something like anticipation swimming around in your gut. It wasn’t a holiday, or an anniversary, and Jeongin really only ever got that look in his eye when he—
You pulled the lid off, eyes going wide at the site of a pair of lace underwear sitting in a bed of tissue paper. Beside it, a small remote.
“Is this…”
“Mmhm,” Jeongin hummed, placing the box on the counter so he could pull you in by your hips for a kiss.
Painfully slow, his tongue worked your mouth open with force, cock already pathetically hard beneath his sweatpants at the mere thought of having you at his full disposal.
“You put these on before we leave, and if you show me that you can handle it,” he paused, dropping his voice an octave lower, the resulting growl enough to send a shiver down your spine, “I’ll bring you back to my place and reward you.”
That’s how you found yourself here, seated at a table towards the back of the library, the soft lull of a vibrator against your core as Jeongin controls it with a remote hidden in the pocket of his sweatshirt.
“You seem to be—mmnf—enjoying this.”
Jeongin smirks, wets his lips. Even with the way his hair falls into his eyes, it’s hard to miss the hunger in them.
“You have no idea.”
Despite his outward facing, saccharine sweet demeanor, Jeongin harbors an almost animalistic desire beneath toothy grins and shy rubs to the back of his neck.
When you first met, you found him cute and quiet, too reserved to even spare a glance in your direction for the most part. Not that you were any better, but to say you were shocked the moment you and Jeongin finally fell into bed together is an understatement.
Of course, it took a few times for him to let loose, to feel comfortable enough to let go and have you take him fully, but once he did he couldn’t stop.
Jeongin is all rough hands and filthy words, guttural moans and spit stained sheets from when he gets too drunk on the taste of you that he can’t be bothered to clean it up. The worst part? You love it. You love the praises he whispers and the secret touches he gives when no one is looking, love the way his eyes will find you from across the room and undress you inside and out, your stomach twisting and turning from just a single upturn of his lip. Jeongin throws your world on its head, satisfies you in ways you never thought possible.
“Jeongin—ah.” His name comes out as a broken moan, the vibrator pressed tight between your legs. He must be cranking it higher, the sensation getting more and more intense, the squeezing of your thighs barely enough to contain it.
“What was that?” He asks innocently.
Jeongin leans back in his chair, far enough for you to see the way his hand twitches in the pocket of his sweatshirt, a stronger vibration following immediately after. “I didn’t quite catch what you were trying to say.”
Torture. That’s the best way to describe this. Jeongin’s been edging you for the past fifteen minutes, waiting until the last second, when you look like you’re about to come undone, only to lower the setting and leave you whining behind the screen of your laptop as you hide your face. It was more bearable when he had it set to a constant speed, but now, you’re barely managing to hold it together
You’ve waited too long, pretended to be taking notes for what feels like forever, when you finally decide to beg him for relief. “Jeongin, please, can we—”
“Hey lovebirds!”
The world, seemingly against you, decides that now is the best time to send a crescent-eyed Hyunjin waltzing up to your table. He’s got one hand wrapped around the strap of his bag, hair tied back into a ponytail, and he looks an awful lot like he has enough free time to make small talk. How cruel.
Unsurprisingly, Jeongin’s smile grows. The vibration increases between your legs. Fucking hell, he looks like a kid in a candy store, teeth on full display. “Hey Hyune! What are you doing here?”
“Oh Innie, I ask myself that every time Old Yeller over there tries to sweet talk me into taking her granddaughter on a date.” He jerks his head in the direction of the help desk where Mrs. Jung is already staring at him over the top of her glasses.
Hyunjin rolls his eyes before turning his attention to you, “Long time no see, y/n. Tell Yang to start bringing you along to hangouts so we can talk about him behind his back.” His eyes disappear into his smile, and you do your best to reciprocate.
“She would never.” Jeongin says, eyes narrowing in your direction at the exact moment the vibrator begins whirring with more intensity.
You take a deep breath, white-knuckling around your pen as you fight to suppress a moan, “Mmhm. Sure thing. Sounds fun. I’ll make sure to be there next time.” You pause after every few words, giving yourself just enough time to collect your bearings as Jeongin continues to wreak havoc against your throbbing core.
Hyunjin, bless his heart, doesn’t seem to notice. He smiles—beams even—before his eyes fall to the open philosophy book next to your laptop. “Oh, shit, you’re in that class too? Must be a different section than mine, but I haven’t even started reviewing anything. Seungmin’s going to beat my ass before the debate.” Jeongin’s thumb brings the vibrator up one notch. “Do you mind if I take a peek at your notes for a sec?”
Yes, you want to say. But you can’t, you know you can’t. And, more importantly, Jeongin knows you can’t.
“Yeah sure, I—hah—it’s uh, it’s all in here.” You say quickly, turning your laptop a bit so he can see the screen.
“Fucking bless. You’re a lifesaver.” Hyunjin says in relief, oblivious to your little slip up.
Jeongin saw it though, heard the way the moan almost fell from your lips. He’s been painfully hard the entire time, straining against his underwear, cock swollen from how badly he’s turned on. Hyunjin showing up doesn’t do much to help, only adds to the thrill of it all. You look so pitiful trying to hold it together, trying to hide how good you feel. To hide the way Jeongin is controlling how good you feel.
You’re being good for him. So good. He could bend you over the table right now if he wanted, fuck you so the whole student body can see for all he cares.
You visibly relax when Jeongin brings the intensity down, your legs shaking as you slowly relieve some of the tension off of your aching thighs. The knot in your stomach is still there, sitting on the precipice of release as the dull hum of the vibrator continues. You’re so close it’s almost terrifying, unable to predict what you'll do when Jeongin finally gives you the satisfaction of letting go.
As if he can read your mind, Jeongin’s foot knocks against your shin under the table. You shift your gaze up to him, cock an eyebrow as if asking What? Done for now? to which he replies with a wink. Challenging. You lick your lips. Jeongin’s dick twitches in his pants.
“I don’t know why,” Hyunjin says, squinting at the screen, “But I have this feeling that Professor Kang is going to give our class the question about free will. Like, whether or not we have it. So if I was going to argue from the standpoint of compatibilism, that means I’m only speaking for instances where external constraints are absent, right?”
“Well, yes,” you begin, leaning in closer, “But you have to remember that compatibilism doesn’t mean that humans are free, though. Always make sure that—” Jeongin’s foot starts sliding up your leg, stopping right at the inside of your knee, “—that, uh, you don’t confuse your stance with one of the other three perspectives.”
Hyunjin furrows his eyebrows. “Yes, but, if there’s an absence of external constraint shouldn’t that mean they’re free in a way? The constraints are what’s stopping them, no?”
You blink hard, eyes fixed on the screen as you try to refocus your attention on what Hyunjin is saying. “Y-Yeah, but, sometimes you—” Jeongin’s foot slowly pushes your knees apart until your legs are spread wide beneath the table, enough so that your folds are no longer separating the flat side of the vibrator from your clit. He gives no warning, no time to process what’s happening until your entire body jolts forward from the force of the vibration against your now exposed clit.
“Woah, are you okay?” Hyunjin asks, eyes wide. You let out a few hesitant breaths as you straighten back out. Jeongin’s foot is firm against your left knee, forcing it open as he innocently fiddles with the corner of his notebook.
He’s playing a dangerous game, tiptoeing the line between teasing and just being downright cruel. Jeongin supposes that the ideal situation would not be for you to come undone right here at the table, Hyunjin’s eyes on you as he waits for a response, lips parted in confusion and concern.
“I’m fine I’m just—”
“Actually, we have to go.” Jeongin cuts in, glancing at his watch. “I forgot that we have a dinner reservation at seven. Must’ve slipped my mind. You can email him the notes, yeah babe?”
You blink at him in surprise, swallowing when his foot trails the length of your leg until it’s resting back on the ground. The vibrator turns off, and Jeongin lifts his eyebrows in a silent signal.
“Y-yeah! Of course,” you turn to Hyunjin, “Sorry, I don’t mean to cut it short. You can definitely text me if you have any more questions though.” Your voice is strained, throat tight with anticipation. Jeongin is looking at you like he could eat you alive, and it takes everything in you to not moan right then and there even without the sensation of the vibrator against you.
“Oh, yeah! Yeah totally. I don’t want to keep you guys any longer,” Hyunjin says happily, his eyes taking on that familiar shape, “Have fun you two! Also, Yang, I’m watching you. You’d better invite her out with us next time!” He calls out, pointing two fingers at his eyes before turning them in Jeongin’s direction as he walks backwards towards one of the study rooms. Jeongin gives him a lazy wave before focusing his attention back to you.
“All of a sudden?” you ask, not bothering to lead in with anything else.
Jeongin doesn’t say anything, just starts shoving his things into his bag. You watch him for a few moments, eyeing him carefully. Is he…mad? No, right? There’s nothing you could have possibly done to piss him off. If anything, you're the one who should be mad at him for making you look like a fool in front of Hyunjin.
When it’s clear that Jeongin isn’t in the mood to talk, you slowly start packing up your own things. Your legs feel like jelly once you stand, aching from the knot of arousal that’s still sitting low in the pit of your stomach. Jeongin lets his eyes trail your body before he pushes away from the table.
“Come on, let’s go.” He mumbles, eyes dark. You open your mouth to say something but he pays no mind, just grabs your hand and heads straight for the door.
//
The walk is silent. Jeongin only grunts in greeting at the person behind the front desk of his apartment building, hurriedly making his way to the elevators as you struggle to keep up, his grip on your wrist the only thing making sure you’re close behind. Jeongin doesn’t say anything during the ride up to his floor, either. He doesn’t look at you, doesn’t react.
You’re at your limit when he punches his code into the keypad of his apartment, flinging the door open and ushering you inside. You’re about to confront him, about to turn and ask what you did wrong and apologize for whatever it might’ve been when he slams the door shut and yanks you by the wrist, pulling you with enough force to have your back against the wood in a matter of seconds.
One hand above your head, palm flat against the door, Jeongin uses his other to cradle your jaw and slam his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. Your hands fly to his hair immediately, tangling themselves in the softness of it, pulling slightly to elicit a groan out of him just the way you know he likes.
“Did so fucking good,” he mumbles against your lips as he drops both of his hands to press your hips further into the door. “Gonna reward you now, yeah? Gonna make you feel good. Give you what you want.”
You clench around nothing as his words shoot straight through you, nothing but heat spreading throughout your entire body as his mouth works hot against your neck. You squeeze your thighs together for something, anything to relieve your want for more.
“Jeong—fuck, please.” You whine when his hand slips into your pants, and you feel him smile against your neck.
“Look at you begging. Always so good for me, so needy.” His fingers grip the end of the vibrator as he slips it out of the pocket of the underwear and tosses it somewhere on the floor.
You gasp, your eyes flying open. “You’re going to break it.”
Jeongin chuckles, “I’ll buy another one.”
“You can’t just waste money on that.” You groan and pull his head back by his hair, “I bet it was expensive too, wasn’t it?”
“I’d spend any amount of money if it meant I’d be able to see you look that fucked out in public again, baby, trust me.” Jeongin smirks. “Now, can you ride my face or are we gonna continue to argue about my financial responsibility?”
You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, smirking when Jeongin’s eyes flicker to them. He takes it as the okay, drops to his knees, and smiles in satisfaction at the hiss that leaves your mouth once he pulls your jeans down to your ankles and the air hits the wet fabric of your panties.
“Fuck, look at you,” he sighs, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to each of your thighs. Your legs start shaking almost immediately. “Can’t believe you’re mine.” He mumbles as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband and pulls them down your legs, helping you step out of it.
Jeongin cups his hands under your thighs, thumbs pressed to the inside of them, and then spares one last look up at you through thick lashes before he’s leaning in and licking a stripe up your folds. You nearly collapse then and there, but his hands hold you up, grip firm.
“Holy fuck,” you groan. Jeongin hums against you, licking and sucking at your clit like his life depends on it. He feels like it does. He can’t help but pull back and admire how red and swollen you are, sensitive as hell from all the edging, your wetness practically leaking all over his chin. He lets you fist at his hair as incoherent words tumble from your lips, lets you grind your hips into his face as he stiffens his tongue so you can fuck yourself on it, his nose brushing your clit every so often and sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
It’s good, so fucking good, Jeongin’s always known how to push your limits in a way that has you trembling and craving more.
“Right there,” you gasp, your thighs clenching as you shake in his hold, your peak reaching faster than you expected it to. “Fuck. Fuck.”
Jeongin flattens his tongue and begins lapping at you pathetically, bringing a hand up to start pumping two fingers in and out of you at just the right angle. You cum all over his fingers, hot white flashes clouding your vision as your hips stutter, his left arm keeping you firm against the door. He lets you ride it out, sucks lazily at your clit until you’re jerking with every touch of his mouth to your core, too sensitive for him to continue.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before standing up, hair completely ruined and pupils blown wide with desire. He leans in to kiss you, more gentle this time, and he laughs into your mouth when you all but melt into his arms and he has to tighten his grip to hold you up. You moan when he tilts your head back and licks your bottom lip, to which you open for him, and he kisses your own arousal into your mouth.
“Think you can keep going?” He asks.
You don’t answer, just snake your hand in between your bodies and cup him through his sweats. He’s hard, practically straining against his underwear.
“Your turn.” You whisper, walking him backwards until the backs of his knees hit the couch and he falls on to it. He spreads his legs wide, watches with heavy eyelids as you stand before him and remove your shirt, leaving yourself fully exposed for him to see.
“God you are…” he trails off when you move towards him and climb onto his lap, grinding your hips down against him and no doubt leaving a wet spot on the outside of his sweats, “…fuck.” He groans, throwing his head back as he presses his thumbs into your hips to help you press down harder.
“I’m what?” You ask when you begin trailing kisses down his jaw, loving the way his stubble scratches against your lips. You suck at the spot just below his ear, still grinding against him.
“Everything I’ve ever fucking dreamed of.” He sighs.
You pull back until your noses are barely brushing and stare into his eyes for a moment. “What?” he asks as he starts rubbing circles into your hip bone with his thumb.
“Nothing I just…” you trail off, eyes still searching his as he stares back at you with an overwhelming amount of adoration.
“…I just really want to suck your dick right now.”
Jeongin barks out a laugh, loud and punctuated, before his head falls forward onto your shoulder and the remaining giggles are nothing but choppy breaths that ghost your nipples.
“What?” You laugh, hitting his shoulder. “I’m serious!”
He picks his head back up to look at you, eyes disappearing into the smile that’s on his face, and leans forward to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “I know, I know, I just—I love you, that’s all. I. Love. You.” He punctuates every word with a kiss, but you chase the last one until his lips are slotted against yours hungrily once again, his hands dropping to cup you from behind.
You inhale deeply before sliding off his lap, dropping to your knees on the floor in front of him. Jeongin lifts his hips just enough for you to help him slide his sweats and underwear off in one fluid motion and then yanks his sweatshirt over his head, leaving him fully naked and sinking back into the couch cushions. With his legs spread wide, cock hard and swollen pink against his stomach, messy hair and wide eyes, you think about just how lucky you are to call him yours, to be able to have him in every way possible.
Without wasting too much time, you rest your hands on his thighs and lick along the underside of him, tracing the vein there with your tongue and then sucking off the precum at the tip. “Shiiiiit,” Jeongin moans, throwing his head back.
You grab at the base of his cock and take him fully without warning, sinking down until he hits the back of your throat. He’s big enough that he fills your mouth completely, spit dribbling out of the sides as you work the bottom half of him with your hand, moving in time with your lips as you bob your head up and down.
“Holy fuck, shit, fuck,” the words tumble from his lips as he keeps a steady hand on the back of your head. You look up at him, a single tear spilling from the corner of your eye. He watches with parted lips for a second before pulling you off of him, a string connected to where spit is pooling on your chin.
“I am not,” he says, out of breath, “Cumming unless I’ve got you around my cock.”
You smile as you scramble up and onto his lap, planting your legs on either side of him. He raises an eyebrow in question, “Aren’t your legs tired?”
“Not for you they’re not,” you say as you reach behind, your hand using your leftover spit to pump him a few times. “Now shut up.”
Jeongin laughs and puts both hands behind his head, arms on full display as he leans back, “Yes ma’am.”
The moans you both let out the minute you sink down on him is so pornographic you’re almost embarrassed. If his neighbors didn’t already know what you were doing, then they definitely do now. Jeongin’s shoulders are firm where you anchor yourself to him, using his body as leverage while you ride him to high hell.
“Jesus Christ,” he gasps, his hands finding your breasts immediately. Sometimes you forget how big Jeongin’s hands are, both of them cupping you completely, only your nipples peeking out between his fingers as he kneads your chest.
“Bet you liked knowing how wet I was for you while I was talking to Hyunjin, huh?”
Jeongin won’t admit it, but he loves it when you talk to him like this during sex. He likes to feel in control, likes to have his way with you, but on the flip side he loves when you take initiative too. You can feel him twitch inside you at your words, his hips jerking upwards to meet your movements.
“You liked knowing you were in control, that you could make me cum at any second and I’d have to hide it, maybe squeeze my legs to stop myself. And the poor guy, he wouldn’t have a clue. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if I started whimpering and shaking, would he? And it would all be because of you.”
Jeongin responds by bringing a hand down on your ass with a loud smack, your body jolting forward into him from the force. It only spurs you further, your knees on fire from exertion.
You can feel the mark blooming, a big red handprint sure to be visible by the time you wake up tomorrow morning. Part of you wants to get it tattooed there, to have a permanent reminder of Jeongin on your body, to always know what it feels like to be wholly and unconditionally his.
“God you’re so fucking nasty,” he all but growls into your ear, his mouth hot as he connects his lips with yours, tongue licking eagerly into your mouth. “Close.” He grunts.
Jeongin sees stars when you lean back and prop yourself up on his knees, planting your heels into the couch on either side of him so you can fuck yourself onto his cock at a better angle. He brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing mercilessly while he bucks his hips up to meet your movements halfway.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna—”
“Jeongin—!”
The sensation of you clenching around him as you cum makes Jeongin’s own release follow shortly after, both of you moaning and swearing as you ride it out together. He lets you fall into his chest, rubs a soothing hand up and down your back as you both attempt to calm your breathing and reel yourselves back to reality. His skin is sticky with a sheen of sweat, your own forehead damp and legs shaking.
Jeongin sighs and brings a hand up to tangle in your hair while his fingers massage your scalp. You pull back, staring at him in confusion.
“What?”
Jeongin blinks a few times before he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “I think you’ve definitely ruined me for anyone else.”
Although he meant it in a sweet, endearing way, you narrow your eyes and poke a finger into his chest. “Why are you saying that as if ‘anyone else’ is even an option?”
He throws an arm over his face, “You know what I meant.”
“No, actually, I don’t think I do—”
“You literally just rode me into oblivion. I bought you vibrating panties just so I could—”
“—I can’t believe that after I just broke my knees for you that’s the first thing you say!”
Jeongin bursts into a fit of giggles when you dig your fingers into his ribs, squealing when he tosses you off of him and you roll on to the side of the couch. “Okay, okay! Let me make it up to you, just stay there.” He says before disappearing into the bathroom. When he reamerges, he’s got a wet washcloth, which he uses to wipe you down before kissing the pout off of your face.
Not long later, when you’re both showered and he’s got you draped across his lap in a pair of his sweats and one of his hoodies, Jeongin chances a tap on your shoulder.
“Hmm?” You hum sleepily.
“So, you never explicitly said it, but on a scale of one to ten…if you were to rate my gift…”
You huff out a laugh, turning so that you’re on your back in order to look at him. “Definitely a ten. Could do without the borderline public humiliation next time, though.”
Jeongin leans down to press a kiss to your lips, smiling when you wrap your arms around his head to hold him there for a while longer. “Noted. As long as you never say one of my friends’ names during sex ever again.”
“Why? You sounded like you liked it.”
“Shut up.” Jeongin groans, resting his forehead against yours. It has to be an uncomfortable position, his entire body hunched over at nearly a ninety degree angle to even reach you. “I was balls deep inside of you when it happened. Completely out of my mind. But then, when I was in the bathroom taking a piss five minutes ago I was like, what the fuck? So yeah. No public humiliation as long as I never have to hear Hyun—”
Jeongin’s phone vibrates a total of three times on the couch next to him, cutting him off. He eyes it for a moment, confused as to why anyone would even be messaging this late, and then laughs when he finally picks it up to read what was sent.
“Speak of the devil,” he scoffs before turning the screen towards you.
hyunjin
yo yang
sorry to bother
you think y/n could email me those notes now?
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His… Fox (I.N.)
content warning: fluff; a little sad; parent death
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There were 7 girls who wanted to be here and one who did not. Just behind the glass were 8 men who would decide how your next year would go.
You hadn't been nervous before you walked in. Not really. You weren't thrilled that the peach robe was sheer, but you were confident enough. You'd tied the robe perfectly with a large bow, arms hanging relaxed at your sides, chin lifted like you had learned to do in training. The fabric draped beautifully, barely clinging at the waist, and when the red light flickered green, you didn't flinch.
You'd trained to be a model...not a sex aid...but dreams had a funny way of never working out for you.
Chan walked in first, and then one after another, members came in...each choosing someone else.
And your confidence faltered, and you cursed when Hyunjin picked someone else. Not because you wanted him...but because it meant you were in the bottom half of girls here. You hated that you made it a competition in your mind...but that's what modeling had trained you to think. Every girl was against you...
Then came Han...then Felix...even Seungmin didn't so much as glance your way.
When he smiled at the girl he picked after offering his coat, your stomach twisted.
You didn't react, not outwardly...but being picked last hurt. It made you feel gross and disgusting.
Jeongin walked out, and you wondered if he was disappointed. Something about you wasn't good enough for everyone else, but he was stuck with you regardless. Maybe next year they'd reverse the order so he got his choice first.
You looked up, gazing at him for the first time and realizing he looked really young. His eyes sparkled innocently, and his dimples were deepened from smiling so much.
He raised his hand and pointed straight at you.
"I had dibs the second I saw her," he announced, making it known to you and everyone else that you weren't the last to be picked...just unlucky that he was the youngest.
A few girls turned their heads. You didn't. Your face stayed still, your body relaxed, gaze fixed on him as he stepped forward decisively and wrapped his arm around your side. "Sorry to make you wait."
You blinked, caught off guard by how certain he was, but placed your hand over his.
With you being chosen, an announcement was finally made that the group was free to head to the dorms.
You stood in front of Jeongin in the elevator and were surprised when his arm wrapped across your collarbone. He felt really possessive, and it made you feel really secure...truly wanted.
Especially with how casual he was about it. He didn't make a show about owning you or whisper cringy words about how you were 'his'...he just put his arm around you and healed your bruised ego in silence. You even thought you may have felt his lips on the top of your head, but you weren't 100% sure. Still, your cheeks burned the entire rest of the ride.
And when the doors opened...you stepped out in shock at the place. There were trees...literal trees, and a mushroom with their mailboxes beneath it. The skylight cast a bright, sunny glow, and all around were flowers. Seungmin hurried past to go to the aquarium up ahead, and you turned to Jeongin, "Can we go too?"
He shook his head with a smile. "Seungmin likes to go alone."
"Oh..." you frowned, but Jeongin tugged your arm, surprising you so that you fell into him with a yelp, your hands landing on his chest...which was surprisingly muscular. "Let me show you our room, Foxie," he smirked, his dimples flashing at you.
He then led you down a winding stone path to a room marked as his with a little wooden fox. He took the first few steps, but you didn't follow.
"I'm nervous," you confessed as he began undoing the lock. "I judge people a lot on how their homes look and...what if I hate it?"
I.N. simply chuckled, dismissing your worries. "You're lucky you didn't get Han," he smiled and held out his hand.
With a shaky exhale, you took it and let him guide you inside. Your eyes stayed closed for a minute, though, and only when the AC turned on, its intense hum making you jump, did you finally take a look.
Your first thought was that it was warm. I.N. had chosen so many natural wood pieces that it felt like an extension of the forest outside...except that in here, autumn hues dominated the color scheme. It was very well organized except for the single coffee mug on the table, which you could forgive because you did the same thing because coming back to sip your cooled morning coffee throughout the day was grounding. His couch was overflowing with shaggy pillows, and you finally had to admit it to him, "I love it."
"I knew you would," he smiled at you...all of you. It was then that you realized your robe color, the one you had fought for, fit into his room perfectly.
"Oh..." you frowned and moved to sit on the couch, your outfit matching the surrounding pillows so ideally that it felt handpicked. "Is that the only reason you picked me?"
He gazed, his brows furrowed in confusion as you delicately laid one hand out, sitting in the model-esque position you'd used many times for shoots.
"No?" he said and came over to sit on the coffee table across from you. "Why would you think that?"
"I match..." you sighed with a pitiful shrug. The other men you'd been with had always wanted you because of your looks. They wanted you to sit still, shut up, and basically act as decor they could brag about.
I'm dating a model, they'd say...and that was all they knew about you. You should've known that was what Jeongin wanted when he said he wanted you the second he saw you...of course he did.
"I didn't notice." He reached for your hands, slowly brushing the tops of them. "Want to tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"
At this point, compliments on your appearance made you feel upset, and as you inhaled to explain, tears began to fall.
"Hey," Jeongin whispered softly as he fell to his knees in front of you...just close enough to hold you. "What's wrong?"
You had dreams of being a model...of being famous. And it didn't work out because no matter how competitive you were, you hated being looked at as just a mannequin. The shoots didn't display you as a whole person with interests and hobbies. The runway videos didn't have your voice...some people forgot you had one at all. You tried to switch to social media, and any time you spoke, people ignored the content. They didn't want to know you...they just wanted to watch you. The most interesting thing about you to your followers was what skirt you were wearing that day...
"I'm more than my body and my clothes, Jeongin..." you managed to say, though your voice cracked.
"Oh!" he seemed surprised by that and wrapped you tighter in his arms. "Of course you are, baby," he cooed as you sobbed into his chest. "You're beautiful..." he began, the words only making you cry harder. "But I memorized every single word of your application for days."
You sniffed in surprise and peeked up to look at him. "You did?"
Jeongin smiled and wiped the hair out of your face. "Of course I did," he hummed and kissed your forehead. "Come here," he pulled you off the couch and held your hand as he guided you to the kitchen. Inside was a gift basket of the foods you'd listed as your favorite, including the gravy-flavored chips you'd mentioned that he would've had imported from the UK.
"You got this all for me?" you asked in shock, noticing that everything from your favorite fruit to your favorite candy bar was set up in the basket for your picking.
"Follow me," he grinned, eager to show you even more that he'd done.
You followed him down the hall to the bedroom and nearly broke into a sprint to your stuffed teddy bear, Green Bean, on your side of the bed. You were heartbroken to find out he wasn't allowed to come with you, as they only let you take the necessities, like medication and your phone. No clothes or remnants from home were allowed. It was a stark reminder that this was all temporary. This wasn't your permanent home so much as an extended vacation with contractual obligations to fuck your roommate.
You ran over and squeezed him tight. "How did you get him here?"
"When the driver picked you up, I coordinated a kidnapping," he smiled proudly. "You're beautiful (y/n), and I know you know that, and I know you know I know that. But I picked you for a lot more reasons than how pretty you are. Like...how in the concerns section you were only worried about your teddy in case the apartment burned down while you were gone. And how, when it asked you to rank the members, you crossed out the question."
"I didn't think it was a fair question," you murmured into your bear shyly. "I only know what you pretend to be for the public...not who you are."
"Actually, we are pretty much ourselves for the public," he shrugged. "But I really like that you even thought about it like that." Jeongin swallowed as if it pained him to bring up the next topic, "I was a little sad when I read your reason for entering, though..."
Your heart stopped...you hid behind Green Bean as though it would change what you had put down.
"You said you couldn't afford rent anymore...because people only wanted to pay you to be quiet and take a picture..."
"...But I wanted to be seen for more than that," you finished for him. "I figured in an entire year you'd be bound to learn something about me...even if it took 364 days...at least I wouldn't be just a body."
Jeongin opened his arms for you, and you fell into them, letting him hold you while you held Green Bean. "You're so much more than that, baby," he cooed.
"Thank you," you confessed as you curled in close. "For getting me Green Bean.... and for seeing me."
"Of course," he kissed your temple. "And I have another surprise."
"Jeongin, you've done so much already..." you trailed off.
"Actually, two more..." he smiled and stood. You took his hand and let him bring you to the closet...which was filled...
"Jeongin I..."
"Oh! No, this isn't the surprise," he chuckled. "Everyone got their aid clothes...But I got us..." he pulled down a garment bag and zipped it open, "A pair of matching sweaters...like your answer to question 8..." he said happily.
"What do I think is the best way to show love?"
"To be so in sync that we wear the same clothes without thinking..." he recalled proudly. "Now, this isn't exactly by accident but..."
You kissed his cheek, and he stopped talking from how surprised he was, his hand shaking around to hold your back.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," he answered while blushing. "I figured we could wear them to the party."
"Party?"
"My next surprise," he raised his brows excitedly. "Not the party...but what I managed to convince Chan to do for the party."
"You're...not what I expected," you laughed and hugged him completely.
"I hope that's a good thing," he chuckled.
"It is," you replied. "Not that I expected you to be bad, but...you're young, so I didn't know you'd be so..."
"Prepared?"
"Thoughtful," you smiled and reached for your sweater, realizing that they both had knit foxes on them.
"Can I change in the bedroom or..."
"Of course!" Jeongin permitted, and you headed off the change, still in disbelief at how sweet he was.
You slipped off the robe and into the sweater before realizing you forgot pants...
You headed back across to the closet and knocked so you wouldn't walk in on him.
"Miss me already, Foxie?" he teased when he opened the door.
"I forgot underwear...and pants," you confessed. Jeongin didn't even blink as he went to action, finding those for you. He handed you the underwear first, which you slipped on while he found pants. You jumped into the white jeans and finally looked up, taking in how handsome he looked in his sweater and loose denim.
You held your hand out and let him take it before swinging them between you. "You look really good, Jeongin," you admitted.
"Yeah?" he hummed and stepped closer. Your heart raced when his chest met yours. Your body ached for his when his hand pressed to your cheek, holding you in the most delicate way. "How good?" he asked.
You realized he wanted you to make the move...
He'd shown up for you in ways you never would've expected, but physicality was the one fence he couldn't jump over by himself yet...so you decided to take the lead.
You stood on your tiptoes and brushed your lips against his, barely a whisper, and it was as if he came alive. Jeongin's hands moved to your waist, steadying you as your arms wrapped around him. And his lips worked feverishly. He wasn't the most practiced, but he made up for it in passion and pretty moans that made you desperate for him.
"Question 10," he murmured between kisses.
"I don't remember what it..."
"Your ideal date..." he hummed as he squeezed you closer.
Your brain was a bit blurry on the specifics, but you were sure it was something about stars.
"Remind me," you pleaded as you moved to kiss his neck instead.
Jeongin looked up to give you more room to move. "Lying beneath the stars," he whined. "I got...Chan to let you into our traditional opening year...camping night."
Your lips paused...
"You what?"
Jeongin took a few deep breaths, steadying himself after the intensity of the make-out. "We're going to camp beneath the stars."
Tears welled in your eyes, and you reached up to hold his face, his soft and gentle face, before kissing him slower. He had no idea how much that meant to you.
"Are you happy?" he asked worriedly, unable to read your mixed expression.
"So happy," you told him.
It was then that he took your hand to bring you outside. You couldn't pay much attention to Han being a menace or Chan's speech or even Seungmin's absence...though you realized he must really like fish.
You stayed beside Jeongin all night, waiting for the sun to set so you could look up and see the stars...and when it did...
You were lying beside the tent in the fox ears he'd fixed on to your hair. He'd even pulled the sleeping bags out so you wouldn't have to lie on the grass and had retrieved Green Bean from his dorm. You were flat on your back beside him, your hand in his as you looked up.
"I can't believe you did this for me," you whispered in shock. The stars were beautiful, the sky perfectly clear.
"I just wanted to make you smile," he admitted, his eyes fixed on you rather than the view.
You turned to him, taking in his soft eyes and kind curve of his lips. "My dad said he'd take me camping..." you began, your voice shaky. "Right before he died."
"(Y/n)," Jeongin muttered softly as he pulled you in for a hug.
"He never got the chance...he was too sick and never got better..." you explained through tears. "And the bear was the last gift he got me...so I...so I carry it around like a toddler because if I lose it, it'll be like I'm losing him again, too."
He held you like he was afraid the pieces would fall apart without him. "That wasn't in your file..." he began.
"I don't tell people that story because it's depressing," you sniffed with an embarrassed laugh.
"It's not depressing," he argued, pulling away to look at you...to make sure you heard him. "...And I feel honored you trusted me with it. If anything, it shows how brave you are. After all of the pain, you didn't give up on sleeping beneath the stars, and you kept reminders of him in your life when it may have been easier to repress those memories."
"I'm not brave," you shook your head. "I'm emotionally stunted as a little kid who just wanted her dad to come home from the hospital."
"No..." he fought as he wiped your tears. "It's brave to let yourself feel. It's easy to move on and pretend people never existed and box up every piece of their lives."
You didn't argue this time...you didn't want to.
"You're amazing," he hummed and leaned in just a little, still too shy to close the gap. He must've seen in the way your eyes softened or the soft pucker of your lips that you wanted him, though. He kissed you softly, holding your face in his hands and not pushing for anything more.
"I think this is the best date I've ever had," you joked when he pulled away.
"Me too," he agreed and let you nestle against his arm. "Now...where did you get the name Green Bean?" he asked, and you burst into a laugh.
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Skz Call You Clingy Series: Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, I.N.
Part 2: Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Felix, Seungmin, I.N.
