Summary: Jeongin, being the spoiled maknae he is, isn’t used to not getting what he wants—especially not when it’s a pretty girl like the maknae of ITZY.
Jeongin was never told no.
Not once. Not ever. Not in any universe he was currently aware of.
“Chan hyung, can I get this?”
He had held up a watch once—sleek, expensive, something he didn’t even really need.
The watch was ordered before he could even finish explaining why he liked it.
“Felix hyung, can you help me build my new setup?”
Felix didn’t even hesitate. Just smiled, ruffled his hair, and spent hours putting everything together like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Ahh, Minho hyung, can you cook me something?”
A small whine, a tilt of his head—and suddenly dinner was being plated like he was royalty.
Jeongin was used to warmth. To yes. To people giving in before he even had to try.
So yeah—he was completely and utterly unprepared for this.
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“No.”
Simple. Straightforward. Easy.
Her Training bag slung over her shoulder, strands of hair sticking to her face, cheeks flushed from practice.
The company hallway smelling faintly of cleaner and sweat.
And Jeongin went quiet.
Actually quiet.
Y/N blinked a few times, like she was making sure he heard her right. “I don’t want to go on a date with you.”
“What do you mean… no?” he asked, slower this time, like maybe the word would change if he said it differently.
But it didn’t.
She gave him a small, polite smile—the kind that didn’t reach her eyes—and adjusted the strap of her bag. “It just means no, Jeongin.”
Jeongin looked dumbfounded at the maknae from ITZY when she left.
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He was pouting.
Not a little. A lot.
“Aaaah, Innie, what’s wrong?” Hyunjin asked, immediately reaching over to pinch his cheek as they sat in the company canteen.
“Y/N won’t go out with me,” he muttered.
Silence.
All the boys looked at him at once.
“…what?” Jisung blinked.
“Do you want me to ask Yeji to set something up?” Hyunjin offered immediately, suddenly very invested, leaning forward.
“She already said no to me,” Jeongin whined, dragging the last word out.
They all visibly deflated.
They couldn‘t see their maknae like this.
“Maybe…” Jisung started carefully, tapping his fingers against the table, “maybe you should try being a little more romantic. Like, get to know her first before asking again.”
Jeongin looked at him like he had just spoken a foreign language.
“Girls like that,” Jisung added with a shrug.
“…how do I do that?” Jeongin asked, genuinely lost now.
“Before I dated my girlfriend, I got her flowers every Friday,” Seungmin said casually, taking a sip of his drink.
Jeongin’s head snapped toward him.
“Are you serious? What flowers? How do I know what she likes? What if she hates flowers? What if I pick the wrong ones?” he started rambling, panic slowly creeping in.
Hyunjin laughed softly and patted his shoulder.
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“So…” Hyunjin started carefully, turning the piece of meat with his chopsticks as it sizzled on the grill between them. “Can I bribe you with something?”
Yeji looked up from across the table, already suspicious. “What is it about?”
“Your maknae.”
Yeji slowly pointed at him with her chopsticks.
“No.”
“I’m not asking for myself, yah.”
She raised one brow. “That somehow makes it worse.”
Hyunjin let out a dramatic sigh and leaned back in his chair. “Come on, Yeji. You know Jeongin likes her.”
“I know,” she said flatly. “She told me he asked her out.”
“And?”
“And she said no.”
Hyunjin pressed a hand to his chest. “Look, they would be a cute couple.”
“She doesn’t know him well enough,” Yeji said, reaching for her drink. “And he is trouble.”
“He is not!”
Yeji didn’t even answer.
She just stared at him.
That long, unimpressed stare that made Hyunjin immediately feel like he was losing.
He exhaled. “Fine. I’ll pay for every dinner we eat together for the next five months.”
That made her pause.
Her expression changed just enough for Hyunjin to notice.
“…what do you want to know?”
Hyunjin sat up instantly, like he had just won a national negotiation.
“What are her favorite flowers?”
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Y/N could not believe her eyes.
The delivery man had barely stepped out of the dorm before all six girls were already staring at the enormous bouquet now sitting in the middle of their living room table.
It was ridiculous.
Huge.
Soft cream roses mixed with pale pink peonies, delicate white ranunculus tucked between them like something straight out of a romance movie. The whole arrangement looked expensive enough to pay someone’s rent.
Ryujin reached for the small card tucked between the flowers.
She read one line.
Then snorted.
Then immediately burst into laughter.
“Oh my God,” she said, already handing it over. “This is for you, Y/N.”
Y/N slowly took the card from her.
Her eyes scanned the neat handwriting.
No flower could compare to your beauty.
—Sincerely, your fox.
She stared at it for a second.
Then at the flowers.
Then back at the card.
“This guy…” she whispered under her breath.
From the kitchen, Yeji suddenly became very interested in her water.
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The boys had just sat down for their canteen break when Y/N appeared.
Jeongin looked up first.
His whole face brightened.
“It worked this fast alrea—”
He barely made it halfway out of his seat before the letter smacked straight against his chest.
“You punk.”
The entire table went silent.
Jeongin blinked, clutching the crumpled card in his hand while Y/N stood over him, eyes narrowed.
“Are you not used to hearing no?” she asked. “Are you that spoiled?”
The smile on his face disappeared.
And before he could say anything, she turned around and walked away.
Again.
Leaving him staring after her.
Again.
The table stayed dead silent for a full three seconds.
Then Chan cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Well…” he muttered. “That did not go as planned.”
Across the table, Seungmin completely lost it.
He leaned back laughing so hard he nearly dropped his drink while Jeongin slowly turned to glare at all of them.
“No,” Jeongin said flatly. “I actually think it went worse.
“Maybe… she’s not materialistic,” Felix said thoughtfully, leaning back against the chair.
“What do you mean?” Jeongin asked, already tired but still desperate.
Felix just shrugged. “Maybe she doesn’t care about gifts. Maybe you have to… I don’t know… show effort differently.”
That was all Jeongin needed to hear.
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“Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNN—!”
Y/N almost dropped her training bag.
Inside the practice room, all other five of her group members froze mid-move.
Slowly… very slowly… they all turned toward the door.
Jeongin was standing on a chair in the middle of the hallway.
With a guitar.
Where he got it from? No one knew.
Why he thought this was a good idea? Even less clear.
But he was committed.
Deeply.
“YOUR BEAUTY IS HAUNTING MY DREAMMMSSSS—
YOUR EYES NEVER LEAVE MY MINNNDDDD—!”
“This is painful to look at,” Chaeryeong muttered.
Jeongin saw her coming and—oh—his confidence SKYROCKETED.
He sang louder.
More dramatic.
Fully in it.
She stepped closer.
Closer.
Got on her tiptoes—
—and took the guitar out of his hands.
Jeongin stopped mid-note.
“…oh.”
Y/N didn’t say a single word.
She just turned around and walked away.
With the guitar.
“…that’s Nayeons guitar,” he said quietly, watching her disappear.
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The dorm was dead silent.
Jeongin sat in the middle of the couch, staring into nothing again.
He had entered a new level of rejection.
Hyunjin sat across from him, visibly struggling to find something supportive to say.
“…well,” he started, scratching his neck, “we don’t know… maybe she really just doesn’t want you, Innie.”
“Leave me alone,” Jeongin mumbled.
“Aaah, Yongbok, you can have every girl,” Changbin sighed dramatically.
Felix turned his head slowly. “Changbin… I’m still Yongbok.”
“…right.”
A pause.
“Well… maybe you could write her a poem?” Minho suggested casually.
“A poem?” Jisung frowned. “What are you, a court poet?”
“Don’t get all cocky,” Minho shot back.
Jisung shut up immediately.
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So Jeongin wrote a poem.
A full page.
Messy in places, rewritten lines, a few ink smudges where he pressed too hard. He even sprayed a bit of his perfume on it—because apparently he was that far gone now.
He found her in the canteen.
Walked up to her.
Held it out.
Y/N looked at it.
Then at him.
Then back at it.
She took it.
Jeongin held his breath.
She read it.
Every single line.
No reaction.
Nothing.
She folded it once.
Looked at him.
Didn’t say a word.
Turned around—
—and left.
Again.
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“At least she didn’t throw it away,” Hyunjin mumbled under his breath.
No one laughed this time.
Jeongin just stood there.
Still.
His expression had changed again.
No pout.
No whining.
No dramatic reactions.
Just quiet.
And for the first time—
it didn’t look like he was planning his next move.
It looked like he was finally starting to understand that her “no”…
actually meant no.
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They were packing up.
Cables being wrapped, stage lights cooling down, staff calling out last instructions across the venue. The energy from the performance still lingered in the air, but everything else was winding down fast.
Jeongin slung his bag over his shoulder, exhaustion settling into his bones as he stepped outside.
It was dark already.
Cold.
He exhaled, breath visible in the air, ready to finally go home—
“Don’t act all shy,” a voice cut through the quiet. Male. Low. Wrong. “You’re wearing a little skirt and expect me to ignore you?”
Jeongin stopped.
Every muscle in his body tensed.
“…stop it.”
Her voice.
He turned.
Fast.
Down the side of the building, near the loading area where the lights didn’t quite reach—
Y/N.
And a man easily twice her size, towering over her, leaning in way too close.
Something in Jeongin snapped.
He didn’t think.
Didn’t hesitate.
He just walked.
Straight toward them.
“Hey.”
Both of them turned.
Jeongin’s expression was different now. No softness. No pout. Nothing playful left.
“She said stop it.”
The man looked him up and down, unimpressed. Smirk spreading across his face.
“And who are you?”
Jeongin let his bag slide off his shoulder.
It hit the ground with a dull thud.
And in the next second—
he moved.
Fast.
Grabbing the guy by the collar, shoving him back with full force until his body slammed against the wall. The sound echoed sharply in the cold air.
“STOP IT.”
Not loud.
But sharp enough to cut.
For a split second, everything froze.
Then—
“JEONGIN—!”
Chan’s voice rang out behind him.
Too late.
Jeongin’s fist connected.
Clean.
The impact echoed through the alley.
Silence followed.
Footsteps rushing in.
Staff. Managers. Voices overlapping.
But Jeongin didn’t look at any of them.
Didn’t look at Chan.
Didn’t look at the man.
He turned.
Immediately.
His eyes finding Y/N.
“Are you okay?” he asked, voice lower now, steadier—but there was something under it. Something raw.
Y/N stared at him.
A little shocked.
A little breathless.
But she nodded.
“…yeah.”
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“We had to pay him so he would stay quiet about Jeongin punching him,” the CEO mumbled, clearly exhausted.
Chan let out a long, frustrated sigh from across the table, rubbing his temples.
Jeongin didn’t react.
Didn’t defend himself.
Didn’t apologize either.
He just sat there, quiet.
His gaze drifting—
to the other side of the room.
Y/N was sitting with Yeji, both Maknaes had their group leaders nearby, going over what had happened.
She looked fine.
Safe.
That was all that mattered.
Jeongin exhaled slowly.
And then—
she looked up.
Right at him.
For a second, he thought she’d look away like always.
Ignore him.
Walk off.
But she didn’t.
She smiled.
And then—
her cheeks turned pink.
Jeongin blinked.
Once.
Twice.
…she was blushing?
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He sat on his bed, phone in hand, scrolling without really seeing anything.
Knock.
“Open,” he said, not even looking up.
The door clicked shut.
“Chan said you’re under house arrest.”
Jeongin’s head snapped up so fast it almost hurt.
Y/N.
Hoodie. Sweatpants.
Not put together.
Not distant.
Just… her.
“I came to say thank you,” she said, quieter now.
For a second, he didn’t say anything.
Didn’t move.
Like if he did, she’d disappear again.
She stepped closer.
“Can I sit down?” she asked.
Jeongin nodded immediately, sitting up straighter, clearing space beside him without even realizing he was doing it.
“Yeah… yeah, of course.”
She sat down next to him.
Close.
Closer than she’d ever been before.
Close enough that he could feel the warmth of her through the fabric of her hoodie.
Silence.
Not awkward.
Just… heavy.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she said after a moment, looking down at her hands.
“I know,” he answered.
That made her look at him.
Really look at him.
Not like before. Not guarded. Not dismissive.
Something softer.
“You could’ve gotten into serious trouble,” she added.
“I don’t care.”
That came out too fast.
Jeongin swallowed, running a hand through his hair. “I mean—I do care but… not about that. Not if—” he stopped himself, exhaling sharply.
Not if it’s you.
He didn’t say it.
But it hung there anyway.
Y/N’s gaze dropped to his lips for half a second.
Then back to his eyes.
“You’re different,” she said quietly.
Jeongin frowned slightly. “From what?”
“From what I thought.”
That… hit harder than anything else.
Because suddenly all those “no’s” made sense.
She really didn’t know him.
Not really.
“I’m not—” he started, then stopped, shaking his head. “I’m not just… that spoiled kid you think I am.”
“I know,” she said softly.
And the way she said it—
like she actually meant it—
made his chest tighten.
Silence again.
Y/N shifted slightly, turning toward him more fully now.
Close.
Too close.
Jeongin’s breath hitched, just barely.
“You scared me yesterday,” she admitted.
His expression changed instantly. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Not like that,” she interrupted quickly, shaking her head.
Her eyes softened.
“You scared me because…” she hesitated, then let out a small breath, “…no one’s ever done that for me before.”
That did something to him.
Something deep.
“You don’t have to—” he started again, quieter now, but she cut him off.
“Stop talking.”
Jeongin blinked.
“…what?”
“Just—” she shook her head, a small, almost nervous smile appearing, “for once, just don’t talk.”
And then—
she leaned in.
Slow at first.
Like she was giving him time to pull away.
To mess it up.
To say something stupid.
But he didn’t.
He just sat there.
Completely still.
Heart racing.
Watching her.
And when her lips finally touched his—
It was sudden. Hot. Immediate.
Like all the tension from before—all the rejection, the frustration, the build-up—snapped at once.
Jeongin froze for half a second.
Then his hand came up to her waist, pulling her closer without thinking.
Like he needed to make sure she was real.
Like she wasn’t about to walk away again.
She kissed him harder, her lips pressing firmly against his, tongue slipping past to taste him with a hunger that surprised even her.
Jeongin's hand tightened on her waist, pulling her body flush against his side.
He responded with his mouth moving with hers, deepening the kiss until breaths mingled in short, desperate gasps.
Y/N's hands found his shoulders, fingers digging in as she shifted closer, her knee brushing his thigh. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, charged with the unspoken need that had been building between them for so long.
Jeongin broke the kiss first, just enough to trail his lips along her jaw, down to the soft skin of her neck. She tilted her head back, a quiet whimper escaping her lips as his teeth grazed lightly.
She couldn‘t believe that Jeongin made her feel this wet.
"Y/N," he murmured against her pulse, voice rough and low.
His free hand slid up her back, under the hoodie, feeling the warmth of her bare skin.
She shivered, not from cold, but from the intensity of his touch—the way he held her like she was something precious yet devoured her with every kiss.
She pulled back slightly, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and vulnerable. "Jeongin... I..." Her words faltered, shyness creeping in as the reality of what was happening sank deeper.
But the ache between her legs, the way her body responded to him, overrode the hesitation. She wanted this. Needed it.
He searched her face, his protective instinct flaring. "We can stop if you want," he said softly, though his body screamed otherwise, his erection straining against his pants from the mere press of her against him.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head. Her hand cupped his cheek, thumb brushing his lip. "Don't stop. Please."
That was all the encouragement he needed. Jeongin kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the way her mouth yielded to him.
His hands moved to her hips, thumbs circling the waistband of her sweatpants.
He tugged gently, testing, and she lifted her hips without a word, helping him slide them down her legs. The fabric pooled at her ankles, and she kicked them off, leaving her in just the oversized hoodie that barely skimmed her thighs and her simple panties.
Jeongin's gaze darkened as he took her in—legs bare, skin smooth and inviting.
He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties, pulling them down slowly, exposing her completely.
Y/N's breath hitched, her thighs pressing together instinctively, a flush of embarrassment heating her face.
No one had seen her like this, not up close, not with such raw intent.
"You're beautiful," he breathed, his voice reverent, pushing her knees apart with gentle hands. She let him, though her heart pounded wildly. He settled between her legs, the bed dipping under his weight, his broad shoulders nudging her thighs wider.
The hoodie rode up, bunching at her waist, leaving her pussy bare to his hungry eyes—soft folds already glistening with arousal.
Y/N bit her lip, watching him through half-lidded eyes, shy but unable to look away. "Jeongin..." Her voice trembled, vulnerability mixing with the growing heat in her core.
He looked up at her, eyes locked on hers, caring and intense. "Tell me if it's too much. But I want to make you feel good. Let me take care of you." His words were a promise, protective as always, even in this moment of pure desire.
She nodded, whispering, "I want this..."
That ignited something in him. Jeongin leaned in, his breath hot against her inner thigh, kissing the sensitive skin there before moving higher.
His tongue flicked out, tracing the edge of her folds, tasting her for the first time. Y/N gasped, her hands fisting the sheets, body arching slightly off the bed.
He groaned at the flavor—sweet and musky, all her—and dove in fully.
His mouth covered her pussy, lips sealing around her clit as he sucked gently, tongue swirling in firm circles. Y/N's moan filled the room, shy at first, then louder as pleasure sparked through her.
His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh to keep her steady.
Jeongin devoured her like a man starved, tongue lapping broad strokes from her entrance to her clit, slurping noisily at the wetness gathering there.
He pushed inside her with his tongue, fucking her shallowly, tasting every inch.
Y/N's hips bucked, her shyness warring with the ecstasy building, but she didn't pull away. Instead, her fingers threaded into his hair, encouraging him closer.
"Oh god, Jeongin... that feels... don't stop," she panted, voice breathy and needy. Her body trembled, seeing stars already from the way he worked her over.
He hummed against her, the vibration sending jolts up her spine. One hand slid up, fingers teasing her entrance before slipping one inside, curling against her inner walls.
She clenched around him, wet and hot, and he added a second finger, pumping slowly while his mouth focused on her clit—sucking harder now, tongue flicking relentlessly.
Y/N's head fell back, eyes squeezing shut as heaven unfolded in waves.
His fingers thrust deeper, scissoring to stretch her, while his slurping grew messier, lips smacking against her soaked pussy.
He pulled back just enough to watch his fingers disappear inside her, coated in her arousal, before leaning in again to lap at where they joined, tongue swirling around his own digits.
"You're so wet for me," he murmured between licks, voice muffled against her skin. "Taste so fucking good. I could do this all day."
Her cheeks burned at his words, shyness flaring, but the pleasure drowned it out. "Jeongin…Keep... keep eating me like that. Please….." She encouraged him, voice soft but insistent, her hips grinding against his face now, chasing the building pressure.
He obliged, devouring her with renewed fervor. His fingers curled faster, hitting that spot inside her that made her cry out, while his tongue flattened against her clit, rubbing side to side.
The sounds echoed obscenely, his mouth greedy, swallowing her juices as they flowed. Y/N's thighs quivered around his head, her body tensing as the orgasm approached.
"I'm... oh fuck, Jeongin, I'm close," she whimpered, shy vulnerability cracking through her moans. But she didn't hide it—she pulled him closer, telling him exactly what she needed. "Don't stop fingering me. Your mouth... it's heaven. You make me so horny, I can't think."
Jeongin growled low, the sound vibrating through her core.
He sucked her clit between his lips, teeth grazing just enough to tease, while his fingers plunged deeper, thumb now circling her entrance to add pressure. Tongue delving between his fingers to taste more, lapping up every drop.
Y/N shattered, her pussy clenching hard around his fingers, waves of pleasure crashing over her. She cried out his name, body convulsing, seeing pure bliss as he worked her through it—mouth never stopping, fingers slowing but still curling, drawing out every tremor.
He didn't pull away until she went limp, panting and spent.
Only then did he kiss her inner thigh softly, withdrawing his fingers with a wet pop, licking them clean while watching her with protective eyes.
Y/N looked down at him, flushed and shy, but smiling.
"That was... incredible," she whispered, reaching for him. "You... you're too good to me."
Jeongin crawled up, kissing her gently, letting her taste herself on his lips. "told you so,"
Silence.
"I kept your poem."
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Felix peeled his banana while they all walked out of the canteen.
“I forgot to shave my left leg,” he said casually, inspecting it. “It looks really weird.”
Chan let out a laugh, shaking his head.
They kept walking.
And then—
the ITZY girls.
Right in front of them.
Both groups slowed down automatically, exchanging greetings, small nods, the usual passing-by politeness.
And then it happened.
Y/N stepped a little closer to Jeongin.
She leaned in—
and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
Silence.
Immediate.
Dead.
Every single member—from both groups—froze.
Felix stopped mid-bite.
Chan blinked.
Hyunjin’s mouth literally fell open.
On the other side, Yeji’s brows shot up while Ryujin looked VERY surprised.
Jeongin?
Jeongin stopped breathing.
Actually.
Stopped.
Y/N pulled back like it was nothing, she only blushed—
and walked off with her members.
Just like that.
Leaving chaos behind.
“…what just happened,” Jisung whispered.
No one answered.
Because Jeongin was still standing there.
Frozen.
Hand slowly coming up to touch his cheek—
like he needed to check if it really happened.
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Later. Gym.
His mind was somewhere else entirely.
The door opened.
Chan walked in.
He walked straight over and tossed a small package onto the bench next to Jeongin.
“You better use condoms.”
Jeongin’s brain short-circuited.
He looked down.
Then at Chan.
Then back at the package.
“HYUNG—!”
He grabbed it immediately and shoved it into his bag like it was illegal.
» brothers bestfriend! jeongin, popular girl!reader, sub!reader, dom!jeongin [764]
when you visited your brother at his college apartment, you didnt expect to see his childhood friend there — since when was he hot?
contains .ᐟ.ᐟ › unprotected sex, doggy style, degrading, hair pulling, size kink, pain kink i guess bro i wrote it in like 30 minutes.
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Growing up with a brother close in age was a blessing and a curse, your parents basically forced you to share friends, its not like Heeseung had any bad friends.
It's just your crowd was the opposite of all of them, cheer squad even if you weren't on it, dated members of various sports teams.
You definitely didn't see yourself as the stereotypical mean, popular girl — you just knew a lot of people.
Sure sometimes you had to defend some of your brothers friends but it didn't mean anything.
They were just all — weird?
Not a bad weird, just not your crowd.
One of them always stuck out, while the others all tried to make passes on you he never did, you didn't think anything of it — of him, he was just there.
That was kinda part of the fun.
Okay, maybe you liked to tease him — flirt with him till his ears turned red but still, he never budged.
Eventually you and your brother went to university, despite being close you both wanted different things so you went to different school.
while taking a week off before exams you decide to visit, you haven't seen him in a while so what's the harm?
So when you enter his apartment with the key he'd given you, and you see a familiar face you immediately feel at ease —
Until you really looked at him.
This was not the same Jeongin you saw only 2 years ago —
He's filled out, probably joining Heeseung at the gym, his hair — you always told him you liked it longer — oh you can kiss your past self.
"Ah!— Jeongin,, s-shit!!" You can barely choke out, your face pressed down meanly into the pillow, the case covered in wet mascara stained tears and drool.
Jeongin pounding into you, his hands kneading your cheeks, splattered with red marks, drilling his cock deep into you, the sticky wet sound of your cunt soaking his cock.
"Fuck — look at you huh baby?" His breathings erratic, deep, low grains escaping past his lips as he grabs a fist full of your hair pulling you up to his chest.Looking past your tear stained cheeks at your stomach, watching as his cock drills into your cunt, leaving an indent as your walls mould to his cock. "Taking me soo well — always knew you would, taking it like a good slut." His words barely register to you, muffled over the sounds of your choked sobs and the ringing in your ears.
"Poor baby cant even fucking respond —" His hold on your hair tightens as he pushes you back down onto the mattress, his hand pushing down on your back forcing his cock even deeper into your aching pussy.
At the sudden change of angle, his cock hits even deeper, making your eyes roll back into your head, trying to rut back into him to meet his mean thrusts. His nails scrap over your back digging into your hip stopping your movements. "Such a slut — cant even take what i give you — don't I make you feel good?" His taunts only make you moan, sobbing into the damp pillow nodding with an absent mind, the only thing you can think about is how good he feels.
So you don't even notice when he moves around, grabbing his phone, until you hear the familiar recording sound. Jeongin pounds into you, an almost pained groan escaping as he grabs your ass, spreading it so the camera can see his cock slide in and out of you. "C'mon, baby — tell the camera whose making you feel good — gonna come for me, princess?"
You let out a slur of incoherent agreements, not fully understanding what he's saying. "You, Innie p-please" You choke out, your orgasm building dangerously fast at the feeling of Jeongin's tip hitting that perfect spot on your gummy walls.
"Y-You used to — shit! tease me all the fucking time, now look at whose in control." His own orgasm building, the feeling of your tight cunt swallowing him.
Jeongin towers over you, his whole build swallowing you, his rough thrusts torturously hit that sweet spot, making you curl into him, your orgasm crashing over you before you can even warn him.
"Did i say you could cum yet — fucking slut." His thrusts only grow meaner, not giving you any adjustment, fucking you into overdrive. His pelvis hitting your ass with every thrust, his nails digging into your scalp, pushing you further into the pillow — nearly restricting your breathing.
The tv filled the silence of the room alongside the patter of rain against the window.
You and Jeongin were watching a movie, him inbetween your legs. Your arms were around him, hands absentmindedly playing with the strings of his hoodie.
The clock in the hall chimed, meaning that it’s now exactly 12am- but it was also a sign to Jeongin to get comfy and ready for bed.
He shifted down more, getting comfier on the bed.
then he let his head fall back, fat of your boobs cushioning his head. His eye’s already drooping slightly.
“You like using my boobs as pillows?” You tease, chucking softly as you glance down at him.
“Of course.” Jeongin replied with a matching, teasing tone. “Plus i’m too comfy here to move.”
summary: Hyunjin is bored. Post-concert adrenaline still pulsing through his veins, he decides he's going to explore the city. Who better to explore with than his favorite little dongsaeng and his cute little partner? He doesn't even think twice before barging into your room, intent on convincing the two of you to come with him.
Instead, he ends up coming with the two of you. Not that he's going to complain.
I'll have you know I was working on this before I remembered they were actually touring, but it worked out anyways! Very excited to finally be sharing the first chapter of this series with you guys :) This was so much fun for me to write. and I hope you guys like it! Changbin's chapter is next <3
It's not like you and your boyfriend decided that you wanted to hook up with his bandmates.
…it is something you've talked about, of course. Jeongin knows they think of him as a baby - both of you, really, since you're dating him - but he's been a man for far longer than they care to admit. You can see it in the wandering eyes, in the way that Changbin takes a too-big swig of his water when Jeongin's hands flex just right, or the way Felix's fingers sink into the muscle of his biceps for just a little too long to be friendly. They all know that something has changed, that Jeongin's innocence has long since been shed, but no one dares to say it out loud, because saying it out loud makes it real. And none of them seem to want to let go of their sweet baby Ayen-ah just yet.
So yeah, sometimes dirty talk involves his bandmates, involves Chan catching the two of you on the couch and being "so disgusted", involves Minho finding the two of you pressed into a corner of a practice room with the low beat of their new song thrumming through the "accidentally" unlocked door and teasing both of you. He won't admit it, but you know it makes him come faster, makes a new kind of heat thrum under his skin. It does just the same for you.
In short, you're both shamelessly into it. Because, despite his maknae title, Jeongin is a freak.
It's greatly assisted by the fact that you are, too. You're down for anything and everything he's wanted to try, just as he's accepted every weird thing you've wanted to try with open arms. Sounding, pegging, shibari…there's really a small amount of things you've haven't tried, mostly for the sake of protecting his career or simply because some things are hard 'no's for one of you.
It's a Saturday night when the first "incident" happens. Well, Jeongin calls it an "incident". You've been calling it a "divine intervention", because you were about to cave under the tension between Jeongin and his bandmates and ask one of them to sleep with the two of you anyways.
The night is young when it begins - the sun hasn't even started to kiss the horizon when the concert starts, six o'clock p.m. sharp. Despite Jeongin's insistence that he gets you a barricade ticket himself, you had ticketed long and hard for this concert, and bought yourself a seat instead.
"I don't want to be standing the whole time," you had told him when he whined, "plus, if you're patient, I'll see you backstage, won't I?"
"And the hotel?" he asked, pouty lips upturning hopefully.
"And at the hotel." you promised, because it's impossible to say no to your boyfriend when he uses those big, pouty eyes and perfect smile on you.
When the big screen on stage flickers alive, the intro video blaring through the stadium, the familiar flood of adrenaline pumps through your veins, and you're screaming despite yourself. No matter how many times you see them on stage, no matter how many times you watch them sing and dance their hearts out, you'll never get enough. They have something magnetic about them that forces a whole crowd to their feet and to jump and scream and dance. It's a powerful feeling, to be swept away in their performance. You always feel jittery after a concert, the energy in your body endless once the final note rings out. You could fight god or build a pyramid with your hands, in these moments.
Instead, you take that boundless energy out on your boyfriend.
Like every show, your boyfriend somehow gets impossibly hotter. You don't get your phone out - other Stays will record more than enough fancams for you - but it feels like it's pretty damn obvious who you're staring at, jaw-dropped. Stays joke that living with Chan has made him more of a menace, and while you know from experience that Jeongin's the real freak of the two, you're inclined to agree that his stage presence is becoming more and more Chan-like everyday.
Assisted by the stylists, of course. You think you could kiss all of them on the mouth for the outfit they've put him in tonight. His first outfit is obscene - a tiny white cropped tank top, so thin you can see the sharp lines of his body through it. It's so short that a sliver of his back peeks out when he's standing still, and you know he's bending over on purpose when the tank top practically rides up his entire back. Every single outfit is entirely unfair, like it was made entirely to tear you apart from the inside out. Even in the cutie little sailor outfit he looks amazing, and you think it's frankly unfair how badly you want to jump his bones right now. You really think this might be it for you. You might die here in the crowd at your boyfriend's concert.
Naturally, all of them look fine tonight, but only your boyfriend really captures your attention. His tongue flicks out and he winks in the direction of your seat, that smug bastard, and you scream with every other person in the stands near you as he does. You hate falling victim to the fan service of the k-pop industry, but when it's your boyfriend, you have no real reason to stop yourself from swooning over him. Even knowing about the new hair ahead of time, seeing it for yourself in the days leading up to the first show, didn't protect you from being obsessed with the way the light catches on the silver strands, on the way that droplets of sweat cling to his hair and make it stick to his forehead.
The rest of the concert is a blur of scream-singing and drooling over your insanely hot boyfriend - who sweats so much into his shirts that they;'re practically a different color by the end of the night, absolutely glued to his skin. You're picturing peeling it off of him the entire time he's on stage. The sun dips down below the horizon but that doesn't stop them, the music still shaking the floor and sending shockwaves through your whole body.
By the time you're guided out from your seat, still clutching your lightstick to your chest with hearts in your eyes, you're so hyped up on adrenaline that you almost miss the manager you're supposed to be looking for standing at the top of the stairs. He gives you a polite nod when you walk towards him, and then guides you discretely backstage. For the most part, you follow the crowd - down the stairs, around the bend, past the banners one last time - just to slip out from the sea at the last moment, doing the practiced dance of quietly slipping into an "employees only" hallway without being detected. No controversies for you tonight, please and thank you.
You're forced to wait with the staff members outside of their changing space (you wonder briefly if you and Jeongin perhaps weren't so quiet during one of your previous green room escapades) while everyone gets out of their hair and makeup. Once they're out of their stage outfits they're technically allowed to just go back to the hotel and do the act of washing off the makeup themselves, but it is nice, sometimes, to fully let someone else handle something after a concert. Especially on a hot summer night, when even the sun setting couldn't pull the heat from the humid, sticky air. Everyone was wearing a layer of sweat so thick it was practically a second skin, so you, too, would let someone else do the hard work if you could.
…well, that's what you try to tell yourself, when impatience begins to overtake your body. The neediness that could've been excused as excitement from the concert before pulses in your abdomen, a slow, curling heat that tortures you from the inside out. You see flashes of your boyfriend again - a droplet of sweat rolling down his neck, the ridges of his abs when his fingers danced up his stomach and took his shirt with it, the way his eyes thinned to slits when he smirked and rolled his hips - and you're forced to squeeze your thighs together awkwardly while standing, hoping that it's not too obvious that you're vying to jump your boyfriend's bones the second you get your hands on him. Reputation be damned, you want to press him against a wall and kiss him senseless until there are no thoughts left in your heads but each other.
The boys start to filter out slowly, lazily - minus Jisung and Hyunjin, who still seem to have that post-concert adrenaline pulsing under their skin and are bouncing off the walls - and when Jeongin makes eye contact with you, freshly changed into another too-tight shirt and a pair of sweatpants that sit dangerously low on his hips, you know you're both in for a long night tonight. His thumb hooks into the waistband as he "adjusts" them, pulling them just low enough for the band of his boxers to peek out and a sliver of his abdomen to be visible when he shifts his arm across his body to "stretch" (read: tease you). He looks at you with hooded eyes and a lazy grin, the kind that means trouble, as he saunters over to you like a predator creeps up on prey. The heat in his gaze holds you pinned in place, watching, enraptured, as Jeongin's tongue dips out to wet his lips.
When he reaches you, he leans forward slowly, just slow enough to be a tease, and kisses you. The kiss isn't filthy, but the message behind it is a promise of more later. When he pulls away, you're both grinning, and if anyone else were paying better attention they would see the way that Jeongin has the subtly shift his pants over his crotch to hide his rising erection.
"Hotel?" he murmurs, voice gravelly from singing on stage, and you nod, fingers dancing up his arm to link yours through his.
It looks like an innocent move from afar, but your fingers dig into his biceps, practically feeling him up in front of everyone. You feel the way he tenses under your fingers, sending you a sideways looking. A warning that you ignore, too caught up in the way his biceps pull the shirt taut around them and the way his arm twitches in your hold.
"Behave." He breathes out quietly, not even looking at you.
Your fingers sink in harder, drawing a little hiss out of him, and you know you're in for a good night when his jaw tenses tight. The ride home is going to be a long, fun drive.
– – –
Hyunjin is bored.
There's nothing left in this hotel for him to do. He can't go downstairs and use the pool, because if he gets recognized they all have to move hotels, plus he'd also just get in trouble for wandering in the hotel in the first place. He could work out in the gym, the only public space they're permitted to use in these hotels, but Hyunjin doesn't want to work out, especially after a concert. He knows that Chan and Changbin do sometimes, to burn that excess energy, but the idea of doing more work right now has Hyunjin's nose crinkling. And he could sketch or paint, the art supplies shoved haphazardly into his suitcase staring at him from the corner of his eye, but the idea of sitting still right now also drives him up the wall.
It's partially due to the half-chub that he's been rocking since the first beat of the show. He's embarrassed to admit it, but every show makes that familiar burn of arousal boil under his skin. There's something about performing on the stage, dancing and singing in perfect sync with his bandmates, that gets him going. It's his personal aphrodisiac, which is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing, because a post-show nut followed by a steaming hot shower and then a faceplant into the hotel sheets is probably the best feeling in the world. And a curse, because he doesn't actually want to jerk one out right now.
Sure, he's horny, but there's a difference between being horny (physically) and being horny (mentally). Mentally, Hyunjin wants to busy himself with other things. He needs to be in the mood to jerk off, and while his bandmates looked a little too good tonight, Hyunjin's lingering sense of guilt about jerking off to his bandmates is a little too strong tonight, strong enough to outweigh the arousal that's settling into the back of his mind.
Okay, so maybe there is something for him to do in the hotel, but Hyunjin really, really doesn't want to do it. What he wants to do is explore the city to get his mind off of…other things. It's late, and with a mask and a hat, he knows he would blend right in.
But he doesn't want to go alone. First and foremost, a night out alone is boring in his opinion, especially in a new city. If he wants to try some food out here, the nicer restaurants probably won't seat him if he's on his own. Plus, he has no one to coerce to take photos of him so he actually has content to post on his social media. He supposes he could probably ask staff (he should probably ask staff if he's allowed to leave at all, but he pushes that thought aside), but then he loses some of the freedom of a city at night, forced to continue putting on an idol face for a couple more hours. Yeah, no thanks.
He also just loves his members and would spend every waking hour with them if he could, but you won't catch him admitting that.
He runs through the options in his head. Felix would usually be down to explore and his quieter post-concert energy would be a nice match to Hyunjin's adrenaline rush he's still riding out, but Felix looked absolutely exhausted after the show. Hyunjin assumes he's already crashed and snoring on his bed. Seungmin never wants to explore, and Jisung and Minho are probably…busy, so that eliminates both of them. Chan and Changbin are good options, but concert nights are one of the few nights Chan might actually allow himself to rest, and Changbin and him took the double room, so Hyunjin risks waking Chan up if he goes to get Changbin.
That leaves Jeongin, and likely you. Hyunjin lights up at the idea. Jeongin is a far better personal photographer than most of the other members anyways, plus he gets to hang out with his little baby maknae and his equally cute partner. While Jeongin wasn't always down to hang out with his hyung, Hyunjin knows he could convince you to explore, and if you're going, well, Jeongin isn't going to not go. Hyunjin grins evilly, already deadset on convincing the two of you to come join him tonight. Using you against Jeongin is an evil ploy, but one that all of the members are familiar with, and Hyunjin isn't above a little bit of coercion to get his way.
Usually Chan would be in charge of all of the extra room keys, but the group (in an attempt to get Chan to actually rest during tour season) agreed that they would rotate responsibility, to minimize one person being extra tired because someone lost their copy of their room key every night of the tour at weird, odd hours (cough cough Han Jisung).
So Hyunjin doesn't even have to go knocking to get to the babies, because it's his turn to be on key duty. He's sure he can pawn off the responsibility to someone else before he's out the door, or he can just hope that no one forgets their keys until after he's back. He decides it's a problem for him of the future, the him that's already convinced the two of you to explore. I'm a genius, he thinks to himself, tongue caught between his teeth as he shuffles through the room keys for Jeongin's. 305, 306, 307…aha! Hyunjin grabs room 308's keycard and his phone, all of skipping down the hall towards the maknae's room.
He doesn't even think to knock as he scans the keycard. He's seen Jeongin in all states of undress before, and he doesn't quite consider the fact that you could be changing in there. Really, he doesn't have a single thought in his head as he cheerily barges into Jeongin's room, mind already thinking about all the places he wants to drag the two of you to visit.
"Hello children, I'm here to take you on an adventure-"
Hyunjin's voice trails off as the door clicks closed behind him, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing uselessly. He swallows big, the sound too loud in the quiet of the room, suspended in time for a moment as he stares at the two of you.
He can't tell where Jeongin ends and you begin. Jeongin has you pressed into the sheets, body curled over top of you, sweat making his skin glisten. His hips have gone still, but they were jackhammering into you when Hyunjin walked in. There's a constellation of bite marks and hickeys across your chest, and scratch marks litter the upper part of Jeongin's back like a map (exactly where it would be hidden by his stage shirts, Hyunjin hopes). Jeongin's hair is mussed, clearly tugged at, and if Hyunjin looks hard enough it looks like there's purpling hickeys littering his upper inner thighs too, somewhere that Stay would never see at the next show.
"I- you-" Hyunjin stutters uselessly as the two of you look at him, cheeks a bright pink and getting pinker.
You stare at him for a moment, studying him. His shoulders are up in surprise, there's a flush crawling down his neck, his finger is shaking as it points between the two of you, but you notice one thing that makes the corner of your mouth twitch up into a smirk.
No matter how embarrassed he seems, Hyunjin can't stop looking at the two of you. His eyes dart between your faces, to where the two of you are connected, to the arch of your back, to the ridges of Jeongin's abs. A normal person would've looked away by now. Would've apologized, said something about forgetting this ever happened, would've walked out of the room with a hand over their eyes and not come back for the night.
But Hyunjin was glued in place, shamefully staring at the two of you. Maybe out of disbelief, but you can tell by the way there's a tent forming in his shorts that there's more than disbelief in his darkened stare.
"Dirty hyung, didn't even knock." Jeongin starts, tapping your shoulder twice - a confirmation on his end and a question.
You tap back twice - a solid yes, your shared nonverbal green - as you continue his sentence. "Jinnie's such a pervert, hm? Look at him, he's leaking in his shorts. You were hoping you'd catch us, weren't you?"
"I wasn't- I didn't mean to-" Hyunjin flushes further, stammering as he glances nervously between the two of you.
There's confusion written on his face - why haven't you kicked him out yet? Why were the two of you looking at him like that? - and that just won't do. You glance up at your boyfriend, raising an eyebrow, and he sighs dramatically. He pulls out of you with a wet pop!, the sound so slick and gross and nasty that it has Hyunjin's cock twitching in his pants despite himself.
Oh my god, Hyunjin thinks, almost drooling at the site of Jeongin's cock, coated in both of your juices, he's so big.
Certainly bigger than anything Hyunjin's ever taken. He's not certain he's ever really given Jeongin's cock a good look before, but he's confident Jeongin must be a grower, not a shower, because Hyunjin feels like he would remember if he'd seen that beast before.
"I should…I should go…" Hyunjin says, making no move to actually leave, eyes still locked between Jeongin's legs.
Jeongin laughs at him, low and mean, as he stalks over to where Hyunjin is. He crowds into Hyunjin's space until Hyunjin's backed up against the door, curled so far in on himself that he's forced to look up at Jeongin. His breath is short, caught in his throat, and Jeongin plays a dangerous game as he leans in and in and in and-
Clicks the lock behind Hyunjin's back.
"Now's your last chance to pretend you don't want this," Jeongin says, looking down at Hyunjin, watching the way his pupils swallow his irises as he stares up at Jeongin, "Nothing to say, hyung? Not interested in a different kind of adventure tonight?"
It's mean, to call back to why Hyunjin was here in the first place. Hyunjin looks so small - like a mouse caught in the teeth of a very satisfied cat - and it sends a spike of arousal shooting up your spine. The two of you had talked about involving one of his members, but this was an even better scenario than you could have ever conjured in your head.
You drag yourself up to sit on the edge of the bed, a mix of your arousal and Jeongin's leaking from between your legs.
"C'mon, Hyunnie," you coo, spreading your legs wide so Hyunjin can see the mess between them, "We're asking so nicely, y'know. We could be meaner."
"He'd like that," Jeongin says, still staring Hyunjin down like a predator, "Perverted little things like him don't want to be treated nicely."
They're talking about me like I'm not even here, Hyunjin thinks distantly, and he tries to speak, tries to defend himself, but all that comes out is an indignant little squeak. It's a pathetic sound, and it's practically a confession that you're not wrong about him.
"Oh poor thing, you must be so overwhelmed," you say, faux concern dripping in your tone, "Jeongin, give him some space, won't you? C'mere, baby."
Jeongin gives Hyunjin one last look over before backing up like you asked, hands raised in mock surrender. Hyunjin watches with wide eyes, cock one touch away from exploding in his pants. You're both so hot like this, so in control that every single one of his senses is locked on to the two of you.
"Baby? You going to come here?" You ask, and oh, are you talking to him?
Hyunjin must look like a fool, mouth parted and blinking at you rapidly like he can't believe his ears. Jeongin rolls his eyes and lifts a hand, beckoning him over lazily.
"C'mon, you heard them," he says, eyes bored and mouth curled into a smirk, "You can't be stupid already, right? You can listen."
He nods rapidly, head bobbling on his shoulders as he stumbles over to you. His limbs don't feel like his own, awkward legs bumping into each other as he stops in front of you, standing between your parted legs. He looks at you expectantly, waiting for another order.
"So good for us already, aren't you, baby?" you ask, a rhetorical question, giggling when he nods anyways, "God, you're so cute. Isn't he so cute, Innie-yah?"
"So cute," Jeongin responds, voice closer than Hyunjin remembers, "Would look even cuter on his knees."
Hyunjin doesn't even register listening until there's a dull throbbing in his knees as he clunks to the ground. He's eye level now with your gaping hole, but he doesn't look. He keeps his eyes on yours, revelling in the way you smile down at him sweetly as he drops to his knees.
A hand comes to run through his hair and he trills, a satisfied sound in the back of his throat, leaning into the hand. You bring a hand to run a lazy circle around the rim of your entrance, and Hyunjin drools as more of the nasty mixture of lube and juices leaks out of you. He wants to taste so bad, but he already knows that he can't do that without your permission. Without both of your permissions. You were kind enough to let him stay at all, and he refuses to miss out tonight just because he got greedy.
"We use the stoplight system," you say quietly, voice serious, "Do you know the colors, baby?"
Hyunjin hums an affirmative, and the hand in his hair tightens its hold.
"Say them for us," Jeongin says, tone stern, "And from now on, if we ask you a question, we expect a verbal response. Got it?"
"Got it, I got it," Hyunjin whimpers, the stinging on his scalp making him leak even more into his pants, "Green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop."
"Good job, baby." You coo, just as Jeongin says:
"Good slut, knowing his colors."
Both of you have such a condescending tone, like you're talking to a stupid baby who doesn't know anything, and it makes Hyunjin squirm a bit. The hand in his hair tightens even more, and Hyunjin settles, the message clear - speak when spoken to, don't move unless asked. He can do that. He can be good for you two. His cocky stage presence feels so far away right now, a skin he puts on for shows that he thought he could maintain in the bedroom, but under the weight of your gazes, Hyunjin can't even remember what it feels like to be in charge. His entire life zeroes in to this moment: him on his knees, Jeongin's hand in his hair, your fingers creating a perfect V and spreading yourself open.
You watch his face carefully, catch the exact moment that he realizes that Jeongin has already came inside of you, eyes widening and drool slipping out of the corner of his mouth when a perfect white pearl of cum pulses lazily out of you.
"I'm going to die," he wheezes, because it's true, "You two are going to kill me."
Jeongin chuckles, the hand in his hair loosening to run through it soothingly. He scratches at the undercut gently, lowering himself down behind Hyunjin to hook his chin over his shoulder.
"That's not a safeword I'm hearing, hyung," he murmurs, and Hyunjin whimpers, "Are you okay with kissing?"
Hyunjin barely gets a breathy "yes" out before Jeongin's big hand is grabbing his chin and forcing his lips on Hyunjin's. Hyunjin moans into the kiss, and you watch with a quiet reverence as his cock twitches once between his legs, a glob of precum darkening his sweatpants at the tip. The angle looks awkward at best, but Hyunjin's fingers still clench against his thighs as Jeongin finds a way to deepen the kiss, tongue carving its way into his mouth.
He feels your foot run up his thigh, the pressure of it moving higher and higher and stopping just short of where he needs touch the most. The whine the lack of stimulation pulls out of him is loud enough for it to break his kiss with Jeongin. A fragile trail of spit stretches between their mouths, only broken when you beckon Hyunjin towards you and he practically falls forward into your lap.
"Careful," you coo, greedy hands reaching down to pull him up to you, "I just want a taste, baby. Come here."
He settles into your lap, your hands pressing him down by the thighs when he hesitates to put his weight on you and then slipping under his shirt to guide it off. Jeongin takes it from you once you get it off of him, taking it to god knows where, but Hyunjin couldn't care less, because your mouth is on his, and it's heaven. Your kisses are different from Jeongin's - softer, but no less in control. While Jeongin uses sharp, brute force to keep his control, Hyunjin finds that your presence is more subtle. He listens to you because it feels natural to. The way you hold yourself, the way you say things so simply and kindly, makes the idea of not listening to you seem like an impossibility. Jeongin is in control because he gives you no choice, but your control feels like surrender. Hyunjin thinks that if he pushed it you might cave, might let him hold the idea of control in his hands, but he doesn't want to, not when you look at him like that for being good.
Hands sneak around his waist, dance down his stomach until one of them finds his cock through his sweatpants. The pressure is gentle at first, testing, a deep voice chuckling from behind him when his hips buck up desperately into the touch.
"Patience, baby," Jeongin says behind him, pressing a gentle kiss to Hyunjin's neck, "Hold still for me."
And Hyunjin does what he's told, because he's a good boy. He lets himself be sandwiched between the two of you, Jeongin's bare chest warm against his back as he toys with his cock, your mouth sweet and gentle against his as you explore every crevice of his mouth with your tongue. He feels unreal, his mind fuzzy and his body floating. He wonders if he's asleep, if his horny brain has conjured this fantasy up to torture him, but then your teeth sink into his lower lip, and the sting of pleasure-pain is so real and perfect that Hyunjin knows that this is reality.
Jeongin gets bored of playing with his cock through the sweatpants, grabbing Hyunjin by the hair and pulling him away from you, much to both of your chagrins. You let go of Hyunjin's waist as Jeongin guides him to stand again, though it's on shaky legs, and he has to lean back into the easy strength of the boy behind him to keep himself upright.
You slide off the bed to fall to your knees in front of Hyunjin, fingers coming to toy with the waistband of Hyunjin's sweatpants. The way you look up at him has Hyunjin shivering. Even on your knees, Hyunjin feels like he's at your mercy, glued to Jeongin, whose wandering hands have found a home just above the waist of Hyunjin's pants, teasing fingers pushing into the soft skin there just to hear the way Hyunjin hisses when they do.
"Can I take these off?" You ask him, looking up through your lashes, and shit, Hyunjin would have to be actually insane to say no.
He nods his head, struggling to swallow his spit as you frown up at him. You don't say anything else, but keep tracing the waistband. Hyunjin wonders if you're teasing, but then one of Jeongin's hands pulls back, just to land hard on his ass. Hyunjin stumbles forward a bit at the contact, your hands and Jeongin's other hand holding him steady.
"When we ask you a question, you're supposed to answer," Jeongin says, voice unamused, "Did you already forget? Touched your cock a little and you lost all your thoughts? I thought you were going to be good."
"I am, I am, 'm sorry, sorry Innie-yah," Hyunjin rushes out, an aroused shiver crawling up his spine at the way Jeongin was talking to him, "It won't happen again. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"It better not," Jeongin says, tone sharp, but he leans forward to press a soft kiss to Hyunjin's shoulder to balance it out, "Now answer the question."
"Yeah, yeah, you can- you can take 'em off," he slurs out, voice sounding fucked out even to him, "...please?"
"Good boy." Twin voices say, and there are fingers under his waistband tugging his pants and underwear down.
He almost feels embarrassed how hard he is right now, cock slapping against his abdomen and then hanging down slightly under the weight of his arousal. His underwear is soaked at the front, and you run a curious finger through his precum as you guide his boxers off his legs, making him flush an impossibly brighter pink when you bring the finger to your mouth to taste. You grin up at him toothily when he lets out a shocked sound, like tormenting Hyunjin was your favorite activity.
And maybe it was, because without any warning, you're leaning forward to wrap your lips around the head of Hyunjin's cock. Hyunjin practically shouts at the contact, but the sound is swallowed by a palm across his mouth from behind, firm and unyielding, even as Hyunjin's tongue darts out to taste it. Like salt and sweat and something that's distinctly Jeongin, and the taste makes Hyunjin moan into his hand.
"So loud," Jeongin chastises, though it holds no real bite to it when another little sound from Hyunjin's throat has him pressing his erection against the curve of Hyunjin's ass, "What are we going to do with you?"
"Hmm…" you hum around Hyunjin's cock, sending a spasm through him.
You pull off to speak, looking up at Jeongin over Hyunjin's shoulder, "I say we make him squirt once into my mouth and then once inside of you, yeah? I'm already stuffed full, only fair that you get a turn."
Jeongin rolls his eyes at you, which makes you laugh, but folds immediately anyways.
"You like being stuffed full," he complains as he reaches around to grasp at the base of Hyunjin's cock, guiding it back towards your mouth, "But shit, if you don't want this pretty cock inside of you, I'm not going to complain if I get to take it for a spin."
"He's got a good curve to him," you say as you surface for a gulp of air, "I think he'll fit inside of you just right."
Jeongin hums, cock still nestled between Hyunjin's ass cheeks, and Hyunjin feels it twitch when you dive back down around his cock. Shit, Hyunjin gets it, because you look so good down there, lips stretched to accommodate the size of Hyunjin's cock. He's not nearly as big as Jeongin, but he's still a pleasant weight in your mouth, the kind of size that will still have your jaw aching tomorrow. Your throat spasms around his tip when it bumps against the back of your throat, and Hyunjin feels fucking pathetic, because he thinks he already might come.
"When- where-" he manages to babble, voice caught between moaning and whimpering into Jeongin's hand.
His voice is muffled, but Jeongin can either hear him well enough or can tell from the way his body trembles in his hold what he needs, because he leans forward to tug at Hyunjin's earlobe with his teeth.
"Already? God, I should've known you were easy," Jeongin says, laughing when he feels the heat of Hyunjin's embarrassment in his skin, "You're supposed to be my hyung, Hyunjin-ah. You're such a bad role model, can barely last a few minutes when someone gets their mouth on you. How's that pathetic thing going to survive inside of me?"
The visual of it, the idea of being inside of Jeongin and feeling his entrance clench around him, is enough to have Hyunjin bucking backwards, trying to pull out of your mouth before he spills without permission. Jeongin doesn't let him, though, holds steady behind him and lets you keep ravaging Hyunjin with your mouth. He makes a frantic sound against Jeongin's hand, and Jeongin sighs dramatically, pulling his hand away.
"What." He says, feigning boredom.
"You have to stop, you have to- please, I can't hold it back, I can't!" Hyunjin wails, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes, "I'm going to- I can't-"
Words start to fail him, helpless little babbles and sobs clawing out of his throat as you just suck harder, bobbing down as far as you can take him. He's writhing in Jeongin's strong hold, his one hand and body pressed into him from behind enough to hold him still. The salty taste of precum gushing out of him fills your mouth, but he's good, and no matter how much it hurts, he won't come - can't come - without your permission.
Jeongin lets the moment drag a little longer, holds Hyunjin steady for a breath more, before raising an eyebrow at you. You pull off of Hyunjin, much to his chagrin, and bring a hand up to rapidly jerk at his length. Hyunjin's mouth falls open into a little 'o', eyes rolling back at the sensation. You cock your head at Jeongin, a silent question, and his mouth presses into a line as he thinks.
"You think so?" he asks you, and you nod, "Okay. Whenever you're ready, then."
Hyunjin feels caught, stuck between two people who know and love each other so much that they don't even have to talk to communicate. It makes this moment feel even more sinful, like something he was never supposed to be part of, and if he were allowed to come, he would've exploded all over your face in that moment.
His time's not far off, though, as you lean forward to press gentle kisses to the head of his cock as you jerk him off, "When you come, I want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, Jinnie? Cover my face in your cum, make me all messy and gross with it?"
He nods again, mouth useless and full of cotton. Jeongin's hand reels back again and Hyunjin knows it's coming, so he panics, choking on his own wails as he struggles to get the words out.
"I can, I can," he manages, and feels Jeongin's body freeze behind him before the hand comes down, "'m good, 'm so good for you, I can do that. Whatever-hngh-whatever you want, I can do it, promise."
"Good boy," Jeongin says, "I'm going to count you down, okay? When I get to one, you can come."
"Okay, okay, thank you thank you thank you-" Hyunjin sputters, the hand on his cock speeding up a bit.
He can't look at you, can't peer over his shoulder at Jeongin, because he knows it'll be enough to push him over. He squeezes his eyes shut instead, head falling back to lay uselessly on Jeongin's shoulder.
"Five."
Your wrist twists at the head of his cock, right where his sensitive glans are, squeezing just a little tighter on the way up because you can tell he likes it.
"Four."
Jeongin's fingers press into his hips, hard enough that if Hyunjin was in the right mind he would be worried about the bruises that were surely going to form tomorrow, about how the hell the stylists are going to hide them when his one outfit has a perfect blue button-up that rides up too high.
"Three."
You lean forward to suck on the head of his cock once, tongue dipping into his slit to gather more of his precum on your tongue.
"Two."
Your free hand comes to roll his balls in your palm, grinning slyly as the tears finally spill over and Hyunjin's cheeks are coated in salt.
"One and a half…"
"Jeongin." You chastise as Hyunjin sobs harder, but if Hyunjin had his eyes open, he'd see the cruel gleam in your eyes, too.
"One and a quarter…"
He's going to die. His cock is going to fall off in your hand and he's never going to be able to experience anything like this ever again. The two of you are going to ruin him for anyone else forever.
"One."
He thinks he screams. All he knows is that Jeongin presses forward into his back and brings his hands up, lightning fast, to tug at Hyunjin's nipples, and then he's gone. Floating in a sea of bliss, body completely weightless and useless as he comes and comes and comes. He might black out. He's not even sure. All he knows now is the feeling of release overtaking his body, and the solid weight of Jeongin's chest behind him.
When he comes down, he's still standing, but barely - he thinks the only thing keeping him up right now is the way Jeongin digs his hands into his hips, anchoring him to reality. Without them, Hyunjin thinks he would float off into space and never be found again. He thinks he could ride that high forever.
He lets himself open his eyes, and regrets it immediately, because oh, you're still there, on your knees, face coated in his release. It's so much too, more than Hyunjin thinks he's ever come in one go. Some of it is splattered across your eyebrow, dripping down onto your cheek, but most of it coats your cheeks and your lips. If he had been aware of anything around him when he came, he would've seen the way you stuck your tongue out and caught some of the release in your mouth, but that's okay. He'll taste it on you later when you kiss again, the way his taste clings to your tongue.
You grin up at him once you can tell he's slightly lucid, a hand coming up to rub gentle circles into his hipbone.
"Do you think you can get to the bed, baby?" you ask, gentle and genuinely soft, the softest the two of you have been since Hyunjin stumbled in on you.
"You still owe us one more, you know," Jeongin says, nipping at Hyunjin's neck absentmindedly, "I want one too."
"You're going to kill me," Hyunjin says again, voice raspy, "Oh my god. Oh my god."
He lets himself be guided to the bed anyways, watching the way you don't even consider moving to wipe his cum off of your face. You position yourself at the headboard, and Jeongin guides Hyunjin to lie between your legs, face right in front of your entrance.
"Watch."
It's the only warning Hyunjin gets before Jeongin is in his vision now too, both of you above him. He thinks you're going to kiss - and shit, he wouldn't complain about getting to watch the two of you makeout - but instead, he chokes on a moan when Jeongin leans forward and licks a stripe up your cheek.
He cleans you up carefully, reverent but also greedy. His tongue darts across everywhere where Hyunjin's cum is, filling his mouth with his salty taste. Hyunjin can't take his eyes off of the two of you.
"Holy shit." He murmurs, mostly to himself, but it makes you giggle anyways.
"Tickles," you giggle quietly, and laugh fuller when Jeongin retaliates by lightly biting your cheek, "Hey now, watch yourself."
Jeongin must send you a withering look, because you stick your tongue out at him. Hyunjin can't tell from his position, but he can tell that your face is now free of cum, Jeongin's tongue quick and efficient. Your face still feels gross - your boyfriend just slobbered all over you - but it was certainly worth it to watch the way that Hyunjin's eyes widened and traced the path Jeongin's mouth took across your skin.
Jeongin leans forward to kiss you, obscuring your vision of Hyunjin, and you realise that he's collected some of Hyunjin's cum in his mouth, pressing it into yours as he kisses you. You make a content sound against his mouth, gladly swallowing more of Hyunjin's cum.
"Thanks for sharing, Innie." you joke.
"You're welcome," Jeongin cheekily replies, then starts digging through the bedside drawer, "Now where the hell did the lube go?"
"You're the one that threw it across the room after you opened me up," you remind him, grinning when he sends you a side-eye, "Don't give me that look, it's true! But I packed extra anyway. There should be some in the front pocket of that bag over there."
He gives you a mock salute and trots on over to go digging through your bag. While he does, your focus drops back down to Hyunjin, who is still obediently splayed on his stomach between your legs. His eyes are unfocused and droopy, a tiredness after his first orgasm settling over him. You want to put him in a jar and keep him in your pocket when he looks like this, impossible cute for a guy who does body rolls and teases Stay with winks and kisses on-stage.
You bring a hand down to gently run through his hair instead (you can put him in your pocket another day), melting when he presses into your hand with a content little hum. He blinks up at you slowly, like a sleepy kitten, and you feel arousal pulse through you like a tidal wave. You want to ruin him. You want to watch the way his eyes roll back as he comes a second time, then a third, then a fourth, until he has absolutely nothing left to give.
"You're so cute," you coo, "I can't wait to watch Innie take you."
"It'll never happen if I can't find this stupid lube," Jeongin laments from across the room, contents of your bag now strewn across the floor, "Which pocket was it again?"
"The front one," you yell, then focus back down on Hyunjin, "Can you do something for me, sweet thing? You can say no."
"Of course," Hyunjin slurs, "Can do anything for you."
"That's our good boy," you say, tone dripping with fondness, "I'm feeling needy, after watching you feel so good from my mouth. Can you return the favor, baby? Make me feel good now?"
It's all technically a question, but Hyunjin knows better. Knows that you knew he would say yes, knows that your unbearable kindness is just a face for the real beast that lies waiting under your skin. The hand in his hair isn't just a comfort, it's a reminder that he's below you. That you can pet him like he's just a little animal below you, because he is. He's lesser than you, he's yours to use like a toy and not complain.
"Please." Hyunjin breathes out anyways, desperate for a taste of you.
You use the hand in his hair with a firmer grip now, pulling him towards your leaking entrance, Jeongin's cum drying around the rim. Hyunjin leans forward to lap at it anyways, moans loudly when he tastes it on his tongue.
The taste isn't great - the lube isn't flavored, and it has a sort of acridic taste to it - but Hyunjin could care less, because your thighs twitch around his head when his tongue dips inside of your entrance. All he can think about now is making you feel good. You watch in amusement as he rocks his hips forward into the bed, sure that he's not even aware that he's humping the mattress like an animal while he's eating you out.
He's sloppy about it, all spit and slick as he drools all over your entrance, but it still feels good. Hyunjin's head game was actually pretty notorious amongst the group (or, rather, Han Jisung got head from him one time and made sure it was everybody else's business), but you were surprised by how good it actually felt.
It doesn't take much to drag you dangerously closer to your edge, especially when Hyunjin slips a finger in alongside his tongue. You would chastise him for doing that without asking, but your instructions in themself were vague - "make me feel good" really could mean anything - so you save your meanness for later, when it will be harder for Hyunjin to hold it together under both you and Jeongin.
Speaking of Jeongin, your idiot boyfriend is still fumbling around for lube, cursing and muttering to himself. Funny that this man thought he would be a priest, you muse, because now he's walking around buckass naked looking for a bottle of lube so that his friend can fuck him up the ass.
"Am I doing good?" Hyunjin pants out, looking up at you with glossy eyes, "Am I making you feel good?"
"Making me feel so good," you moan out, "Keep that mouth on me and make me come, yeah? Let me use that perfect face of yours, pretty boy, make you just as dirty as me."
You look past Hyunjin, and let the hazy pull of pleasure part your mouth into a tempting little 'o' just as Jeongin looks up to say something to you. Your tongue darts out across your lips, and you let your head go heavy, tilting it to bare your neck to him.
Whatever Jeongin was going to say dies on his tongue. You watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly, pupils expanding as he zeroes in on you. His eyes flick down - to your lips, then to the length of your neck, glistening with sweat in the low light, then down to where Hyunjin's head is bobbing, making out with your entrance - and his cock drips a fat glob of precum onto the floor. He's frozen in place, fingers twitching at his side like he wants to reach for his cock, but knows that he shouldn't if he doesn't want to come.
"Fuck." He breathes, so quiet you almost miss it.
You just give him the same look he gave you earlier at the venue - hooded predatory eyes, like you're going to eat him whole - and he scrambles to come join the two of you on the bed, bottle of lube clutched but forgotten in his hand.
He all of jumps you when he gets on the bed, sliding next to you and burying his face in the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder. Unlike him, you don't have any rules or contracts protecting you from marks, so he doesn't even hesitate to sink his teeth into your skin, making you hiss. His tongue licks a stripe up your neck, tasting your sweat on his tongue, and he groans at the taste, sucking over your pulse point in a way that's surely going to leave a mark.
Hyunjin hasn't slowed down a bit since the bed dipped with new weight. If anything, he goes faster now, motivated by the sight above him. He feels wild, completely out-of-body, and it just makes him want to give the two of you more. Every little piece of him, right here in this bed, until there's nothing left of him but pleasure.
"I'm going to come, and you're-fuck!Y-you're gonna take all of it, 'kay?" you tell Hyunjin, voice wobbling as your oncoming orgasm curls in your stomach, "Be good and make me come, let me cover your face-shit, fuck, I'm-"
Your voice breaks as your back arches, hips jolting up from the bed as your release coats Hyunjin's face. It's powerful enough that some of it gets in his hair, and you'd apologize if he didn't give you the most dazed, pleasure-filled gaze from between your legs. His tongue lolls out, pretty and pink, and as the taste of you hits his tongue he moans, pitchy and needy.
It's all too much and not enough. Hyunjin feels so greedy, leaning back in to lick at you again, to clean up the mess that ended up on your thighs and not on him. He needs it so bad that he doesn't hear you hiss in oversensitivity and tell him to stop, doesn't hear the cruel way that Jeongin mocks his desperation, doesn't hear anything until there's a strong hand in his hair that's yanking him back. He cries out, eyes flying open (when did they close?) to pout up at the two of you, freezing when he sees the stern looks on your faces.
"Stupid hyung, so fucking needy that he can't listen anymore," Jeongin hisses, hand tugging hard on his hair again just to watch the way that tears fill his waterline, "Did you even hear us? No? Words, pervert hyung, or we'll leave you here like this, all desperate, to hump a pillow like a dog."
It's an empty threat - Jeongin's so hard that his dick might actually explode if he doesn't get in on the action soon - but it's enough to have Hyunjin crying again, lip trembling as he pleads up at you both.
"Please, I'm sorry, hyung's sorry, Innie, Innie-yah-" his eyes flicker over to you too, sniffling as he stutters your name and cries up at you both, "Please? I didn't mean to not listen, I didn't mean to, I'm good, I can be-hic!-can be so good for you, please?"
"Come sit up here," you say, voice flat as you pat your lap, "Back to my chest. Don't even think about touching me or yourself."
He nods, clambering up carefully as Jeongin slips in front of the two of you. You bring your legs to your chest, back against the headboard, and leave just enough room between your legs for Hyunjin to slot himself. Your one hand comes to squeeze at his shoulder, and when he tries to tilt his head back to look at you, your other hand comes up to grip his jaw cruelly between your fingers, snapping his head back forward.
He feels your breath, hot on his ear, as you lean forward to speak. "Watch."
He doesn't understand, not right away, until Jeongin pops the bottle of lube open and generously coats three of his fingers. And then Jeongin rolls over and presents himself to both of you, ass high in the air and face in the sheets as he brings his index finger around to tease his winking hole.
Hyunjin's mouth feels dry as he watches Jeongin, his little baby maknae, press a slim finger inside of himself and let out a dreamy sigh at the feeling. When did Jeongin get so hot? Well. Hyunjin's known Jeongin's hot for a while, but he hadn't ever pictured just how good he would look facedown on the mattress, back arching as he fucks himself with his fingers. His muscles ripple as he fucks into himself, and Hyunjin wants to trace the ridge of each one with his tongue.
Hyunjin doesn't even realize he's leaning forward, desperate to see the show closer, until the hand that was holding his jaw drops to his neck and tugs him backwards. You don't put any pressure on his neck - choking's not the kind of thing you test on someone whose limits you don't know, especially when you can't see their face - but the simple act of your hand around his throat makes Hyunjin go entirely pliant in your hold. You file that fact away for later as you feel his pulse jackrabbit under your fingers, leaning forward to tug just a little harshly at his earlobe with your teeth.
"He looks so good like that, doesn't he?" you ask, "Spread open like a whore. Bet you just want to stick that pathetic little thing in him, don't you? Hump him like a dog until you breed him full?"
Jeongin slips in a second fingers just as Hyunjin's eyes roll into his skull and he moans, the image of fucking into Jeongin, bending over him and just letting instinct taking over. He wonders what kinds of sounds he could punch out of Jeongin. If Jeongin would even make a sound, or if he would just lay there, acting uninterested while Hyunjin lost his mind inside of his tight heat. Would he tell him he was good? Would he tell Hyunjin he was dirty?
A third finger joins the other two as Hyunjin squirms in your grasp, cock leaking and red between his legs. He needs something, anything, to touch his cock, so hard now that it hurts. But you just laugh in his ear, eyes still latched on to Jeongin, who's scissoring his fingers apart in a way that makes his hole make a nasty squelch! every time it tries to close around the intrusion. Hyunjin wants to eat him out too, wants to see what kinds of sounds Jeongin makes when his tongue is inside of him, wants to feel Jeongin's thighs try to crush Hyunjin's head between them.
"God, are you drooling? Jinnie, you're so cute," you coo from behind him, and Hyunjin jolts as your hand on his shoulder slides up to wipe at a line of spit on his chin, "Need something in that mouth of yours? I know, it's hard for a stupid thing like you to keep your mouth closed when Jeongin looks that good in front of you, isn't it?"
He whimpers, thighs pressing together to try and alleviate the ache in his cock. It doesn't work, but two of your fingers come to press against his lips, and the world gets a little hazier as he sucks on them dumbly. It's messy, and he can feel even more spit smearing across his chin as he drools all over your fingers, but the weight of your fingers in his mouth has settled the restless need for anything, his squirming at a minimum not. He tenses when Jeongin curls his fingers to press into his prostate and lets out a pretty moan, but he doesn't whine, doesn't try and pull from your grip to get to Jeongin.
"Do you think you're ready, Yennie?" you ask, rolling Hyunjin's tongue between your fingers as you question him, "I know Jinnie is. You should see his cock right now, it's a mess."
Jeongin slips his fingers out of himself, humming unhappily at how empty he feels as he gets up on his knees to face the two of you. You slip your fingers out of Hyunjin's mouth as he moves. His hair is a mess, silver spikes standing straight up on one side from how his cheek was smushed into the sheets, and it's the cutest thing you've ever seen. Even as he clambers over Hyunjin, straddling his thighs and rutting their cocks together once, twice, just to pull a reaction from the man below him, you still can't help but think that your Jeongin just looks so adorable.
You tell him so, and he huffs.
"You're supposed to say handsome or hot."
"They don't have to mutually exclusive," you argue, "You can be adorable and devilishly handsome-"
"That's not how that works at all-"
"It absolutely is-"
"Jeongin, you're insanely hot!" Hyunjin pipes in, interrupting both of you, "Now can we please get on with it?? I need…need you. Please?"
It was a bit of a bratty move, the kind of thing the two of you should probably punish him for, but he gives Jeongin the saddest, wettest puppy dog eyes he's ever seen and Jeongin's sending you a look that says "I'm going to fold like a pathetic loser."
You sigh, but give him a slight nod, fine with that for now. For the most part, Hyunjin's been good anyways. It's not like you haven't already tortured him enough. Making him just watch Jeongin get off was torture for you, too, who would've loved to see Hyunjin's longer fingers stretch your boyfriend open. Maybe another time, you think, watching with interest as Jeongin grabs the base of Hyunjin's cock and aligns it with his entrance. Far more important things were going on right in front of your eyes.
"I'm going to ride you now," Jeongin informs Hyunjin, staring down at him through slitted eyes, "And you're going to sit there and take it. You try to fuck up into me and I stop and you get to watch while I get myself off. Am I clear?"
Before Hyunjin can answer, you butt in too, voice smooth and even, "And don't even think about coming without permission. You don't come until one of us explicitly tells you to, got it?"
"Got it," Hyunjin murmurs, eyes transfixed on where Jeongin rubs the tip of his cock over his entrance, "I'll be good for you. For both of you."
"Good boy." Jeongin croons.
That's the closest to a warning that either of you get that Jeongin is going to move, dropping down until he's already taken all of Hyunjin inside of him. Hyunjin's cock isn't small by any means - it sits right around average, with an upwards curve that you think will press into Jeongin's prostate just right - so you gasp in surprise when Jeongin sinks all the way down in one clean movement. Jeongin's mouth falls open into a silent scream and his back bows, his three fingers not enough to have prepared him to take Hyunjin that easily. Sweat builds at his hairline right away as he pants, head lolling forward as he holds himself there for a moment, trying to get used to Hyunjin's size.
Hyunjin isn't faring much better, mouth uselessly parted and making gargled sounds in his throat. He chokes through a moan when Jeongin clenches around him, still not moving, and you chuckle meanly behind him, the movement rippling through him.
"He hasn't even moved yet," you remind him, fingers dancing around his sides to come knead at fat above his hips, "How are you going to survive when he really starts riding you?"
He doesn't know. Hell, Hyunjin doesn't know how he's survived anything the two of you have done tonight. Every brush of your fingers, every heady look Jeongin has given him has pushed him closer and closer to insanity, and to the sureness that this must just be a crazy wet dream.
Hyunjin hopes he doesn't wake up.
He hopes this especially so when Jeongin finally does start to ride him, albeit slowly. He circles his hips carefully, a motion that has Hyunjin's cock stirring up his insides, before slowly raising himself up, until only the tip of Hyunjin's cock is inside of him. He clenches around the head of it, grinning when Hyunjin whimpers at the feeling, then drops down quickly.
This continues for a while - an endless bout of teasing, pleasurable torture, the slow glide up enough to keep Hyunjin from getting anywhere near the edge but still so tight that he was throbbing hard inside of Jeongin - until Hyunjin's crying again. Jeongin leans forward to lap at his tears, mixing them with his spit as his tongue swipes across Hyunjin's cheeks. It makes the angle of Hyunjin's cock inside of him change, which just makes Hyunjin sob harder.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, but it hurts so good. Your hands slide up his side slowly, until they land on his chest, kneading the flesh there as Jeongin presses sloppy kisses to his cheeks instead now, still slowly riding him. Hyunjin's fingers twitch at his side, useless, caught between the desire to reach out and touch and the desire to be good.
He begs - whines and whimpers of your names mixed with "please" over and over and over - but he's not even sure what for. For more? For less? For the two of you to give him everything? For you to take it away? He's not sure, just sure that he's babbling and pleading, hiccuping little sobs torn out between sounds.
His voice gets louder when Jeongin finally gets bored of the slow ride, when playing with Hyunjin wasn't enough to satisfy the heat curling in his own belly. Hyunjin drools as he watches Jeongin's own cock bounce against his stomach, leaking and so big. Hyunjin clenches around nothing, cock twitching, at the idea of taking Jeongin inside of him. He's not even sure he could fit something like that inside of him, but he'd be damned if he didn't try if he was given the chance.
"Hey, I'm here too, you know," you say from behind him, snapping Hyunjin out of his fantasies, "Does it feel good? Is Jeonginnie making his hyung feel good?"
"Yeah, yeah, it feels good," Hyunjin slurs, words thick with arousal, "Innie's makin' me feel-hngh-feel so good. Thank you, thank you, thank you-"
Jeongin groans as Hyunjin babbles up at him tearily, mouth open as he moans between words. The room is so hot, the air thick with sweat and sex and need, and you can tell Jeongin's getting close. You open your mouth to say something-
Knock knock knock!
The sound is quickly followed by Jeongin's phone buzzing twice from the desk - the only people who can push through his do not disturb his hyungs and you - and you laugh lowly behind Hyunjin as Jeongin rolls his eyes, hips slowing down again. The knocking comes from the wall across the way from the bed, where you know Chan and Changbin's room is. Normally, no one is the wiser to what the two of you are getting up to, masters of sneaking around the others at this point (or being just quiet enough that they play the noises off as something else), but with one (1) Hwang Hyunjin pressed between the two of you, you have a new factor to worry about.
You open your mouth to say something, to tell him to be good and quiet down, but Jeongin's faster and knows something you don't, having felt the way Hyunjin's cock jolted inside of him at the sound on the wall.
"You like that they can hear you, don't you, hyung?" he says, followed by his hips picking up speed again, "Like that Channie-hyung and Changbin-hyung know just how much of a slut you're being for us."
Another loud keen pulls out of Hyunjin's mouth, to which he slaps a hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the sound.
"We can't have that," you tell him, grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand back down to the sheets, "Sing for us, pretty boy. Put on a show for Channie and Binnie, we know you want to."
When Hyunjin lets out a wet little "no!" at your statement, Jeongin slows down again, grabbing Hyunjin's chin so he has to look up at him.
"Color, hyung?" Jeongin says, sitting fully still on Hyunjin's lap now as he studies his face.
From behind, you can see through his hair the way that the tips of Hyunjin's ears go bright red, and can feel the way he swallows thickly against you. He shivers and takes just a little too long to answer, so you press again.
"Baby, we can't continue if you don't give us your color," you tell him softly, the softest your voice has been with him in a while, "We need to know if you're uncomfortable. If you want to stop-"
"No, please!" Hyunjin blurts out, wide eyes looking up at Jeongin frantically, "I'm…I'm green, green, please don't stop!"
You can tell he's embarrassed by his answer by the way that Jeongin grins down at him, clearly amused by his answer. Hyunjin tries to shrink backwards, but you're there behind him, and there's nowhere for him to escape to. His face is flushed a brilliant scarlet, and his head has fallen backwards onto your shoulder so he can stare up at the ceiling at not at either of you. He's so embarrassed he thinks he could cry. He thinks he probably will.
"You have such a pretty voice on stage," you murmur softly, mouthing lightly at his neck, careful not to bite down or leave any marks, "Can you sing for us now?"
"And for the hyungs on the other side of the wall," Jeongin reminds him, hips finding an even faster pace than before that punches a few moans out of him, too, "Give them a show."
It's the last coherent thing he says before he starts to ride Hyunjin impossibly fast, aiming to pull the most obscene sounds he can out of the man. You would almost laugh at the concentration on Jeongin's face if Hyunjin wasn't absolutely losing it in your lap. Broken little moans, pitchy sounds that they can likely hear on the other side of the wall, wails that they certainly can. His hand flails outwards, needing something to ground him, and you grab his hand, lacing your fingers through his. The angle is awkward, but he squeezes you like a lifeline anyways, babbling a few "thank you"s to you before Jeongin rolls his hips just right and he loses his ability to form coherent words again.
He tilts his head, eyes hazy, and fixes you with a needy look. There's tear tracks staining his flushed cheeks, drool drying to his chin, and spit coating his lips like gloss. You don't know what he's asking for, can't tell, when the only sounds he can manage to get out are sobs and moans, and the sobbing gets louder as he looks up at you pleadingly.
"Kiss him," Jeongin demands, voice thin as he tries to steady it while he rides, "He's earned a reward, duh-don't you think-kuh!"
He mumbles out a little "shit" as he watches you do just as he asks, tilting your head down to meet Hyunjin's lips. It's messy, Hyunjin's mouth permanently open as Jeongin clenches around him, using Hyunjin for his own pleasure. It's all spit and clacking teeth and broad sweeps of the tongue, but you wouldn't have it any other way. You try to swallow some of his sounds, but even muffled by the press of your lips, Hyunjin is loud. There's no denying what's happening in here anymore, and you won't be able to look Chan or Changbin in the eye for the next few days after this, but it's worth it when you pull away and see your boyfriend, chest glistening with sweat, fucked out on his bandmate's cock.
You can tell Jeongin's trying to act unaffected, but it's written all over his face just how good it feels. His eyelids flutter every time he angles his hips down just right and presses Hyunjin's cock against his prostate, and his cock is leaking so much that there's a puddle of precum forming on Hyunjin's stomach, dripping down onto the sheets. His arms shake as he holds himself up, leaning back to get a better angle. He's chasing his own pleasure now, pent up from being denied his second orgasm for so long, silver bangs glued to his forehead with sweat and lip bitten raw from trying to hold back the sounds that threaten to spill out of his mouth.
"I-I'm going to-hngh-gonna come on this fucking cock, and w-when I do, you can-ahn!-you can cuh-come," Jeongin grits out, words hard when your prostate is being nailed with every thrust, "G-got it, slut?"
"Got it got it, I got it," Hyunjin says, eyes rolled back into his head as Jeongin focuses on making himself come, "Thank you Innie-yah, thank you, feels so good, feels so-"
He cries out and loses track of his sentence, too far gone to care to try and remember what he was trying to say. You wonder if he even knew he was speaking at all, so fucked out that you think this second orgasm really might kill him like he said it would.
"Yeah? You gonna fill him up?" you say, locking eyes with Jeongin as you speak, "Make him nice and full, fill up your dongsaeng until it takes? Until it's leaking out of him?"
Both of them moan in unison at that, Jeongin trying to glare at you for riling him up further, but a glare doesn't quite land when you're moaning from the cock in your ass and frantically chasing your orgasm. You can tell they're both close, and you open your mouth to tease further, but-
Knock knock knock!
Bzzt! Bzzt!
Two things happen at once - Jeongin's back arches and he comes all over Hyunjin, covering his chest and stomach with his release, and Hyunjin screams, the loudest sound he's made all night.
"Call out for them as you come," you say, knowing Jeongin gets overstimulated fast and Hyunjin needs to come now, "Call out for your hyungs as you come."
Hyunjin cries out your name in surprise, wide eyes straining to blink up at you, but your hand finds his throat again - no pressure, just there - and he has no choice but to follow your orders.
"Channie-hyung, Bin-hyung, hyung hyung hyung-"
And then he's coming too, hips finally bucking off the bed once, twice, as he fills Jeongin up. Both you and Jeongin watch him with gaping mouths as he arches and comes. It feels like you've got an angel pinned between you, Hyunjin looking ethereal under the low lights with his kiss-swollen lips parted and his eyes rolled back into his head.
Once he rides out his high he fully collapses back into you, taking deep, heaving breaths through his mouth. Jeongin slides off of his cock carefully, both of them hissing from sensitivity, and you snort as Jeongin wobbles off to the bathroom on unsteady legs. He flips you off over his shoulder, ears pink, and you just giggle into Hyunjin's hair.
"What's so funny?" Hyunjin slurs, clearly still out of it, head finding your shoulder again so he can peer at you through hazy eyes.
"Nothing, baby," you coo, pressing a kiss to Hyunjin's forehead, "How are you feeling?"
He thinks for a moment, blinking up at you emptily, then hums, "Good. 'nd tired. Don't wan' to ever move again."
You laugh at that, nodding, "Me neither, baby. We can let Jeongin do all the work, hmm?"
Jeongin comes back in with a damp washcloth as you say that, rolling his eyes, "I was the one with a cock in my ass a few seconds ago, but whatever. That's fine, make me do all the work."
He wipes Hyunjin off carefully, reverently, gently scrubbing at the remains of your dried release that still clings to his face. Hyunjin makes a sleepy, content sound once he's clean, and once Jeongin wipes himself off, you motion for him to switch places with you.
"I need to clean off, too," you murmur and Jeongin nods, a sleepiness settling in his bones now, too, "He can stay tonight, but we'll have to wake up early then."
"Hyung already knows what we were up to," Jeongin whines, but concedes anyways, "...I'll set an alarm."
"Set three, you and Hyunjin are both snoozers," you call over your shoulder, and he grumbles, settling onto the bed with Hyunjin and his phone in his hand, "Or maybe five. Thanks, jagiya!"
You catch a glance of yourself in the bathroom mirror and a very dishevelled you blinks back. There's an imprint of teeth on your shoulder that are already blooming a brilliant red, and marks littered across your body that are varying shades of purples and reds. You press into the one over your pulse point and hiss quietly. That one will certainly not be easy to cover, and you're sure the two of you are going to get a lot of shit tomorrow from the rest of the band. Usually, Jeongin keeps it below the collar ("so the hyungs don't think I'm a slut", in his words), but you think that having Hyunjin here tonight made him just a little more feral.
You wash your face and brush your teeth, stretching as you stroll back into the room.
You smile softly at the sight in front of you - Hyunjin, curled into Jeongin's chest, fast asleep. A glance up at your boyfriend's face shows that he's already conked out too, mouth open and head tilted back. You press a kiss to his forehead and click off the lamp, slipping into the sheets with them. You'll worry about how awkward things are going to be in the morning. For now, you let the sweet lull of sleep overtake you, too, curled up next to your boyfriend and his bandmate. You fall asleep to the quiet sounds of their snoring, echoing in the little hotel room.
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│ synopsis: He spent years convinced he'd die a virgin—until the girl of his dreams walked into his room, turned every fantasy into reality, and proved that even the nerdiest boys can have the filthiest first time
☾ pairing ─ nerd!jeongin x fem!reader
☾ genre ─ smut (18+)
☾ gallery notice ─ au!college, humor, perv,!jeongin, shy!jeongin but at the end dom!jeongin, oral sex (fem reciving), unprotected sex (dont be stupid), creampie
☾ length ─ 3k
part I | part II
note: i hadnt planned to make a second part but many asked me for it so here it is
Jeongin wasn't jealous.
Or so he thought.
Until he saw you talking to Hyunjin.
It wasn't the first time. But something… something ignited this time.
It wasn't because you laughed with him.
Or because you touched his arm while explaining a reference Jeongin understood faster than anyone.
It was because Hyunjin looked at you. With that damn look of his that said, "I'm going to paint you naked among sketches of flowers and emotional wounds."
And you didn't take your eyes off him.
It was a mistake. Tiny. Innocent. But it hurt Jeongin more than all the sad episodes of Clannad combined.
That night, when you were finally alone, he didn't say anything. Not at first. He just stared at you from his gaming chair, nervously tapping his foot, as if his brain was running five games at once.
You were lying on his bed, flipping through his “Made in Abyss” manga as if it were yours, as if you hadn't just left it in "blue screen of nervous system" mode.
“Is something wrong, Innie?” you asked, with a soft smile.
He shook his head.
He paused his game.
And looked at you with those dark, confused eyes, as if he were battling a Reddit-only final boss.
“Today… you were with Hyunjin a lot,” he mumbled, staring at the floor.
“Yeah? We were talking about art.”
“Uh-huh. Art.”
“Are you jealous?”
“NO,” he answered too quickly.
Silence.
“…maybe a little.”
You smiled, as if his discomfort was a vanilla cookie you wanted to devour slowly.
“So what are you going to do about it, Innie?” You said in a sweet, provocative voice. “Are you going to scold me?”
Jeongin turned red. Deep red. Like a “Windows XP screen of death” red.
But he stood up.
Slowly.
And approached you.
Nervous. Clumsy. But determined. Like someone willing to lose in ranked just to try an epic play.
“I’m not going to scold you…” he murmured, swallowing.
“No?”
“But I want… to have my turn.”
“Your turn?” you whispered, feeling your heart start to beat faster.
“Yes.”
He sat down next to you, his knee touching yours.
“My turn to… to ruin you. Like you ruined me.”
Your smile disappeared for a second. Because he meant it. Because his voice trembled, but his intention was genuine.
“I don’t know how to do it right,” he continued, his cheeks flushed. “I have no experience. Just videos. And… a couple of visual novels with questionable endings.”
“Jeongin…”
“But I want to do it. I want to try. I want to know what it feels like when you’re the one who can’t think. When you’re the one who turns red. When you’re the one who bites your lip because you can’t take it anymore.”
You looked at him, completely bewildered.
And then you moved closer. Slowly. Smiling softly.
“And what do you need, Innie?”
He swallowed. His fingers were trembling. But he leaned toward you and, with an awkwardness that almost hurt because he was so cute, placed his forehead against yours.
“Just… tell me I can try. That I can touch you like you touched me. That I can make you moan like you did to me.”
Your voice dropped to a whisper.
“You have permission for everything. But you're going to have to earn it.”
Jeongin let out a nervous laugh.
“Side quest accepted.”
And then, trembling as if it were his first boss fight without a tutorial, he placed his lips on yours.
His kiss was clumsy. But sweet. And eager.
His tongue sought yours with hunger, but also with timidity. His hand slipped under your shirt with trembling fingers, as if he were exploring a secret area of the map.
“You're so soft…” he murmured, more to himself than to you.
“Are you going to say that every time you touch me?”
“Probably. I'm… mentally documenting everything to use as a private archive.”
“Innie.”
“Yes?”
“Ruin me.”
He froze. Then he looked at you. And smiled, shy, nervous, completely hard.
“Okay. But if something goes wrong, you have to tell me.”
Your laugh was soft, but your gaze was already filled with desire. Jeongin swallowed. He felt his hands tremble more than usual, but this time he didn't stop.
He kissed you again. Slowly. Deeper. His tongue touching yours with the same curiosity he would have when exploring a new map in an RPG. His hand, still resting under your shirt, moved up a little higher, brushing the skin of your waist as if it were enchanted glass.
"Can I… can I take this off?" he asked, pointing at your shirt, not daring to fully meet your eyes.
"You can do anything, Innie," you replied, and that everything made him more nervous than any statistics final had ever made him.
With clumsy hands, he undressed you. Slowly. As if he were unwrapping a treasure. And once your torso was exposed, he looked at you… as if it was the first time he'd seen a NSFW mod in 4K.
“Wow…” he whispered. “This is… more perfect than any Unreal Engine 5 render.”
You let out a laugh, which he smothered with a quick, embarrassed kiss. But then he looked back at you, lowering his head to your chest.
He kissed there. Then he licked. Then he bit, gently.
Each gesture, a test. An experiment.
And you moaned, softly, when his tongue touched just that spot.
“Was that… good?” he asked, as if he’d just unlocked a new skill.
“Very good.”
“Perfect. I’m going to mark that as a critical hit.”
And then he did it again. More deliberately. More pressure.
As his mouth worked down your chest, his fingers continued to tremble against your thigh. He dared to touch you between your legs over your underwear, and when he felt how wet you were, he let out a muffled moan against your skin.
“Oh. Oh. This is my fault, isn’t it?”
“All yours,” you gasped.
“I’m going to silently brag about this every time I see you walk down the hall.”
He took off his shirt, almost wrapping it around his head in nerves, and you helped him, laughing. He blushed even more, but didn’t stop. He carefully pulled your underwear down, as if it were an artifact from a legendary quest.
And when he stood in front of you, between your spread legs, breathing like he’d just run a marathon, he looked up at you and said,
“Can I… can I use tongue? I read it’s… good. Like, really good. If done right.”
“Are you asking permission or asking for a step-by-step guide?”
“Both.”
You just grabbed his hair and pushed him down, without another word.
And Jeongin… obeyed.
At first, he was timid. Slow. As if he were reading invisible instructions. But soon he began to understand. Your reactions were his map. Your moans, his compass. Every time he made a mistake, he corrected it. Every time he got it right, he repeated it.
“Oh God…” you whispered as you felt him suck you deeper, firmer, with surprising precision.
And he pulled away only to say,
“I’m literally using the tongue-curling technique from chapter 32 of that Japanese erotic novel I never told you I read.”
“Jeongin!” you gasped, between laughs and moans.
“What? It works, doesn’t it?”
And then he came back to you. This time more confident. More rhythmic. More determined.
Your back arched. Your thighs trembled. And when you were about to cum, he noticed.
“Are you… about to come?” he asked, his voice choked, his lips wet, his eyes shining with adrenaline.
“Yes, if you keep that up… I’m going to—”
And he didn’t stop until you did.
When you finished, trembling, your body exhausted, your lips parted, he looked at you with a proud idiot’s smile.
“That was… better than any Persona 5 secret ending.”
“Jeongin…”
“Yes?”
“Come here. I need to reward you.”
“An extra scene?”
“A full expansion.”
And he climbed on top of you, still nervous, still trembling, but his heart filled with a new certainty:
This time, he would make you beg for more. In his own way.
Your legs are still shaking from earlier, your body hot and vulnerable as Jeongin watches you from above, his glasses askew, his hair disheveled, and his expression trying to appear confident… but the slight trembling in his fingers gives him away. He swallows hard.
“W-what… what if… now I’m in control…”
The sentence comes out softly, uncertain, as if he doesn’t believe he has the right to even suggest it. Still, his hands move, clumsy but determined, up your thighs, trying to grip you more firmly. You feel like he has no idea what he’s doing… but that’s precisely what turns you on even more.
“Do you… want to do it?” you whisper, with a crooked smile.
He nods vigorously, his eyes seeking validation in yours as if you were his lab manager.
“Yes, I do. I… want to ruin you too. B-but in a good way, of course,” he says quickly, as if he were taking an oral exam.
You laugh, but there's something charmingly serious in his gaze. That mix of need, adoration, and… a spark of ambition you hadn't seen before.
He leans toward you and kisses your neck, hesitant at first… but when you moan softly, he clings. You feel him more determined, like an electric current runs through him, knowing you like it. He bites you a little, not too hard, but enough to leave a tentative mark.
“Was that… was that good?” he asks against your skin, his voice huskier.
“Yes, Jeongin,” you whisper. “I like it when you do that. Keep going.”
And that's enough. Something in him snaps, or breaks free. He takes your wrists with a strength you'd never have imagined in him and pulls them up above your head, holding you against the mattress.
"Then I won't let you go," he says, this time in a deeper, more confident voice. "You stay here, still. I'm going to make you feel so good that you won't be able to think about Hyunjin. Or anyone else. Only me."
The trembling in his hands is still there, but his hips are already moving with less timidity, more urgency. More desire.
And you can only smile, because the nerd you thought would always obey now has you prisoner of his own discovery.
You arch your back slightly, testing his grip on your wrists; he tightens his grip and gasps as if even that reaction of yours encourages him. His glasses slide further down his nose and he doesn't bother to adjust them. His gaze is fixed on yours now, darker, braver.
"You're mine tonight," he says softly, warm against your cheek. "Only mine."
You gasp.
His hand releases your wrists, gripping you with one hand, just enough to slide slowly up your arm, then your ribs, his fingertips trembling slightly as they trace your skin as if memorizing every inch. His mouth follows, leaving wet, messy kisses, almost too timid, until you let out a gasp that paralyzes him.
Then he kisses harder. More boldly. Finally, he sinks his cock into your entrance and you moan. That sound undoes him.
"I… I like it when you make that noise," he confesses in a whisper, his cheeks flushed as his hand slides between your thighs again. "Do it again."
You guide him with a thrust of your hips, feeling him buck against you, hard and desperate. The once cautious Jeongin now grabs your thigh and pulls it around his waist.
"I want you to forget everything but this," he murmurs, more to himself, like a promise. "Forget how shy and clumsy I was. Forget how careful I was. I want you to remember this version of me."
He reaches up and slowly takes off his glasses, placing them on the nightstand. He blinks down, more exposed now—no barriers between your gazes—and you see it clearly.
He wants you. All of you.
And he doesn't ask permission anymore. His mouth crashes down on yours again—humble, desperate, hungry—and when he enters you this time, it's not hesitant. It's a silent demand, a messy demand, his breath ragged against your neck as he gasps, "Oh my God…!"
You moan, and that sound makes him jerk his hips again, faster.
"Say it," he pants against your ear. "Say my name. Say who makes you feel this way."
"Jeongin," you moan, digging your fingers into his back. "It's you… fuck… it's only you."
And that's when he truly takes control.
Your back arches further as he thrusts again, this time with less fear and more hunger. His hands, once trembling, now grip your wrists and the other tightly around your waist, marking you, guiding you as if he finally understands what he's doing to you. Or rather: what he wants to do to you.
"That's it… that's it," he murmurs against your collarbone, panting. "I feel like… I can't stop. I don't want to stop."
And you don't want to either.
Each thrust is deeper, more confident. There's no doubt in his body anymore. He's learning you. He's using you. Not like an expert, but like a boy who's been suppressing everything he feels for you for too long, and who finally gave himself permission to have you.
He cups your face in one hand, his fingers clumsy and hot against your cheek. He looks at you so intensely you swear you'll break.
“Tell me you're not thinking about him,” he says, louder now, his voice thick with desire and ill-disguised jealousy. “Tell me it's just me now.”
“Just you,” you whisper, and you watch him melt… only for him to move inside you again a second later. Literally and emotionally.
Jeongin is no longer the shy boy he was before.
Now he's fire. Insecure, uncontrollable, hungry. But fire nonetheless.
“Good girl,” he blurts out, almost without thinking. His lips tremble after he says it, as if he doesn't know where it came from. As if he's surprised at himself. But you… you moan louder than before.
And that turns him on. More. Much more.
“You like that?” he asks, huskier this time, his hips slamming against you with a rhythm that's anything but clumsy. “You like it when I'm like this?”
You bite your lip, barely able to speak, but you manage to nod, your eyes clouded with pleasure.
He smiles. Unsure, but daring. As if he's just discovered his secret weapon: himself.
Then he lowers his hand between both of your bodies, searching, exploring… until he finds your clit, making circular movements with his thumb.
Your cry mingles with his moan.
"Oh, shit—" he says, his movements losing rhythm with the intensity. "You feel so good—fuck, I didn't know it could feel this good—"
You didn't either. You didn't know a boy like him—the one with the glasses, the shy words, and the giant heart—could do this to you.
But now you can't escape.
And the worst part (or the best part?) is that you don't want to do it anymore.
Your hands no longer know where to hold on. To his back, to the sheets, to your own skin that burns with his every movement. Jeongin is panting on top of you, his voice breaking with every moan he can't contain, and his movements are desperate now. Raw. Hungry.
"God, I can't… I can't take it anymore," he murmurs, his forehead against your neck, as if it hurts to hold it in. "You—you're driving me crazy."
You feel his pelvis slam into yours again and again, not with the perfect rhythm of an expert… but with the emotional force of someone giving absolutely everything. As if each thrust were a confession.
Your legs squeeze him closer, inviting him, trapping him. There's no space between you anymore. Only shared sweat, ragged gasps, and the tremor of something about to explode.
"Jeongin…" you moan, shaking. “I’m so—close—”
“Me too,” he confesses with a ragged sound. “Almost… almost…”
His hand continues to rub you clumsily, but with intent. He wants you to come. Needs you to come before him.
And when you do—when your back arches and you scream his name like it’s the only word you know—he’s lost.
“Fuck—Y/N!” he blurts, louder than he expected, his lips trembling and his body shuddering with every pulse that courses through him.
You fill yourself with him, literally and emotionally. You feel him shudder, moan against your chest, cling as if the world were ending, as if in that moment you were his only truth.
And when everything stops, when the trembling gives way to stillness, the silence that remains isn’t uncomfortable.
It’s intense. Throbbing.
He lowers himself onto you, carefully, still inside, still panting, his cheek pressed against your shoulder.
“I did good… didn’t I?” he whispers, almost fearfully, as if the climax hadn’t completely erased his insecurities.
You take his face in your hands, force him to look at you, and give him a soft, slow, deep kiss.
“Best mess of my life,” you tell him.
And he smiles against your lips, his cheeks flushed, his chest rising and falling as if he’s still cumming.
“Can we… do it again?” he asks in an awkward whisper.
Your laughter vibrates between both of your bodies.
“Jeongin… you haven’t come out of me yet.”
“Oh,” he says, and swallows. “So… yeah?”
And as he hugged you, still inside you, Jeongin murmured something against your neck that made you smile.
Synopsis: You know better than to use your own money when you have Jeongin's to spend. He teaches you a lesson about it.
WC: 4.5k
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (no), profanity, praise, condescending jeongin, office sex, sugar daddy dynamics, clothed sex, wet and messy (slightly), kissing, marking, biting, creampie, implied bruises, fingering, slight overstimulation, very, very mild aftercare, slight slander of the color orange, breeding, jeongin has a big dick, pet names, lmk if i missed anything
A/N: This was supposed to come out around Christmas...as you can see, that didn't work out. But it's here now! I wrote most of it A WHILE ago, but I just had to find the motivation to finish it up, so here we are. Thank you, @midnighthazee, for beta reading. Enjoy :))
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You couldn’t feel your face the second you stepped out of your driver's car and into the mid-December assault of the marquette galleria’s parking lot. The driver, Jay, closed the door behind you and walked you to the entrance door, opening it for you.
Every pillar surrounding the entrance of the mall was decorated in gold garland and peppermint striped bows, and you were visibly more content in the warmth of the luxurious mall. The music system was already broadcasting “Santa Baby” at a respectable volume, and somewhere near the escalators, a gingerbread booth was pumping the scent into the spacious mall.
While there were a few kids, most of the people here were adults with too much money to spend and too much time on their hands. That probably describes you pretty well right now.
Jeongin had texted you a list of gifts that you mentioned you wanted to buy– typed, numbered, punctuated, and in perfect organization. He had given you his card and said to buy a few gifts and whatever else you wanted to buy.
First stop: Valentino to get a small gift for your best friend.
You navigated the small crowd of people in the mall – it was busy today – and made sure Jay kept close to you so that you didn’t lose each other.
Valentino didn’t have many people in it at the moment, which was good for you because you could shop in peace without hearing the complaining of bored rich people. A saleswoman came up to you with a bright smile.
“How can I help you today?” she asked, and you smiled just as brightly back to her and responded.
“I’m just looking for the Garavani Pearl Earrings? Preferably the ones with the blue crystals.”
“Of course! Follow me.”
She led you over to one of the display cases, only having three pairs of earrings in it, and taking out the earrings.
“These ones?” she asked, presenting them to you.
“Yes. How much would they be?” You asked her. They looked more expensive in person.
“This pair is 950.”
You nodded and she brought you to the counter to have you pay. You gave her Jeongin’s card and walked out of the store after you finished the transaction. Jay offered to carry the small bag it was in and you handed it to him.
You lingered at the threshold of the store trying to text Jeongin a photo. He didn’t respond. You figured he was most likely in a meeting.
You checked the list again:
2. Sister – clothes, nothing orange.
3. Mother – locket, gold.
4. Jeongin’s mom – leather handbag, something spacious but not too big.
You scrolled your thumb down the list, lips pursing as you maneuvered back into the mall’s slow-moving current. The warm air was stifling after being in the mall for more than 20 minutes.
Jay adjusted his pace to match yours, Valentino bag swinging lightly from his arm. You caught the sight of your reflection in the polished glass of a jewelry shop and gave yourself a quick once-over: presentable, and almost festive.
The next stop was the women’s section of an upscale boutique that already looked disappointing. You passed a row of mannequins draped in sequined dresses and tailored jackets. Your sister despised orange. It looked like a freaking pumpkin patch in this store. Guess you’ll be moving on.
You drifted into a store that looked promising, guided by instinct and the memory of your sister’s style. The sales associate approached, but you waved her off with a polite smile and started scanning the racks yourself. There was a cashmere sweater in a gentle blue, cropped and flowy.
There were rows of silk scarves in floral patterns. You held up a navy pleated skirt and eyed it critically. Maybe. Maybe not.
Your phone buzzed, but it was just a spam notification. Jeongin, predictably, was silent. You let the phone drop back into your pocket, thumb lingering on the cool edge for a moment longer, as if you might miss Jeongin’s text. He didn’t, of course. He never did during meetings.
You tucked the blue sweater over your arm, glancing around at the tidy rows of winter pastels and neutrals. No orange in sight, thank God.
You debated for a moment, then snatched a pleated white skirt to go with the cashmere. A classic and safe choice. Extra bonus: it’s not orange.
At checkout, the sales associate folded the pieces in crisp tissue, their practiced hands, moving with efficient grace, and slid the glossy bag across the counter. You thanked her, took the handles, and handed the bag to Jay with a light smile.
The mall was more crowded now. People milled in slow, heavy clusters, weighed down by puffy coats and bags, some trailing expensive perfume, others just trailing the cold air from outside.
You steered through them, ignoring the repeated chorus of holiday pop and the scent of cinnamon wafting from a cart near the escalators.
You checked your list again, fingers hovering over the next item. Gold locket for your mom. As you walked, your gaze drifted past a jewelry store window glittering with gold. The displays shimmered, catching the light and reflecting it across the shiny white floors. You paused at the entrance, letting the warmth and lights draw you in.
Inside, glass cases lined the walls. Diamonds peeked from their velvet backgrounds, and the gold was so shiny it could’ve been blinding if the sun hit it just right. You decided this was the perfect place to find your mother’s locket.
Jay kept to your left, unobtrusive with the shopping bags on his arm multiplying. You drifted toward the cases, scanning for lockets. The saleswoman, older with an amazing sense of style, gestured toward a display, not even asking what you were there for.
Three gold lockets, all classic. One shaped like a heart with a delicate engraving curling around the edge. Another was oval, mirror-polished, and looked very vintage. The last, a round locket with a tiny star etched at the center. You weighed them in your hand after she took them out of the display glass for you.
The round one felt like the best option. A little different from the standard lockets, but it felt right.
“I’ll take this one,” you said, voice low. The saleswoman nodded, gloved fingers handling the locket with care. You watched her tuck it into its designated velvet lined box, and wrap it in two layers of red tissue, then settle it into a gift bag that shimmered gold and white.
A small pair of aquamarine diamond studded earrings caught your attention and you asked for those to be packed up as well before paying.
You exchanged a smile as she told you your total and ran Jeongin’s card again, a smooth practiced motion, and took the little bag from her, the weight of the locket oddly satisfying in your hand. Jay’s arm was ready, and you slid the bag into his growing collection.
Back in the main corridor, every surface glowed with reflected holiday lights, and your boots tapped on the buffed tiles as you navigated through the crowd. You checked the last line of Jeongin's list with a sort of anticipatory relief that this trip was almost over: his mother, a handbag, nothing enormous but with room to spare.
It wasn’t that you didn’t like shopping for people, especially for Christmas, but the air was starting to get stuffy with all of the people pouring into the mall. And you’ve had your fair share of stuck up people today already.
This mall had at least two or three boutiques with the right sort of bags, and you let yourself be pulled toward the one that looked the least intimidating. The displays inside were comfortable but not overwhelming, and the shelves were lined with leather in soft taupes, cool greys and deep winter green.
You remembered what Jeongin’s mother liked – nothing flashy, nothing too trendy, but something you’d call timeless. The third bag you touched was perfect. It was structured with pebbled black leather, gold hardware, spacious interior, but still elegant. You tried it on your own arm, checking the mirror with a little nod.
That was easy.
The sales associate was polite and quick in your transaction and before you knew it you were out of the store.
The immediate release of tension in your shoulders as you mentally checked off the last item on your list was almost euphoric. Jay fell in quietly beside you, arms now lined with glossy ribboned bags.
Your phone buzzed again. Reflexively, you checked the screen. Still nothing from Jeongin. A tiny, useless twinge. You slipped it away and kept moving. It was even more crowded than before, and you had to ask yourself why every single person in the country was at the mall right now.
You didn’t know what compelled you to slow near the glass railings that circled the second floor as you were headed towards the nearest exit, but you found yourself stopping. The view from the second floor was full of light and motion.
Jay stood silent beside you, attentive but not too much in your space. He could probably tell you were on the verge of being overstimulated – this information stopping him from his usual conversation with you.
He waited, arms still full with shopping bags as you leaned against the glass. Maybe you lingered because you were suddenly in no rush. Maybe there was comfort in watching the passing of strangers, all of them searching for something. Or maybe you were waiting for Jeongin’s name to finally light up your phone, just once, just to say he’d seen your photo, or he'd noticed you finished the list.
He didn’t, of course.
You rubbed your thumb over the edge of your phone.
It was a little pathetic, how much you wanted Jeongin to notice. You felt unnecessarily needy for no reason, but you shook it off, pushed yourself upright, and decided that if you were going to wait for him, you might as well make the best of it.
Jeongin’s card was warm in your wallet, but you’d brought your own today, tucked precisely where he told you not to use it. He was so annoyingly generous, always insisting you never spend a cent unless it was his. But you wanted something just yours.
You steered yourself toward a little perfume boutique – a favorite of yours. The glass bottles gleamed under the soft lights of the boutique. You chose the small one, dainty and expensive, slipped it into your palm, and paid with your own card.
He probably wouldn’t even care, you told yourself. If he did, he’d forgive you. It was just a tiny thing.
You slipped the bag with the perfume into the plethora of shopping bags in Jay’s hands. He guided you to the car, and the heat in the backseat was a relief after the bright, overstimulated noise of the mall. Your bags rustled as you settled in, and soon the city blurred by in streaks of light and cold air.
When you reached the house, Jay swept the bags into the foyer and you shed your coat, placing it in the closet. You barely had a second to breathe before Jay quietly nodded you in the direction of Jeongin’s office.
The door was open. He was already waiting.
His eyes flicked up from a tablet the instant you stepped in. “How was shopping today, baby?”
“It was good. I got all the things on my list.” you said quietly, walking over to sit on the leather couch on the left side of the room. “You didn’t see my texts?”
“I’m sorry, my love. I was in a meeting all morning and I just ended the call.” he said, apologetically, but there was something in his eyes that you couldn’t place.
You stood up and walked toward him slowly, stopping right in front of him and standing in between his legs as he turned in his chair toward you.
He didn’t really bother hiding the heat in his gaze as he looked up at you. The air thickened with tension, but you couldn’t tell why.
“You know…I noticed you used your own card, baby.” His tone was soft, but there was an edge to it. “Want to tell me why you thought that was necessary?”
Your cheeks burned. You met his eyes and reminded yourself of what you said before; he probably won’t even care; he’ll forgive you.
“How did you know?”
He smiled. It was slow and almost feral looking, and he placed his hands on your wait, pulling you down onto his lap. You went easily and placed your hands on his shoulders.
His grip got tighter as he pulled you in closer to him. “Because I always know, princess. And there’s no universe where you spend your own money while you’re mine, you understand? That’s not how this works.”
You opened your mouth, but he was already leaning in, voice dropping. “I’m here to take care of you. That means you don’t use your card for anything. You want something, you use mine. Always.”
His hand brushed your jaw, thumb tilting your chin gently. “Or do I need to show you how things work in this house? Hm?” He asked condescendingly, his voice low and sending shudders through your body. “Should I remind you how much I like spoiling my girl?”
You swallowed, heat gathering in your stomach as he gripped your chin harder. “Say it, baby.”
You whispered, “I’ll use your card.”
His smile grew, a deep, satisfied curl that made your breath catch in your throat. His thumb swept over your lower lip, coaxing it open, and his other hand anchored you tighter to his lap, as if to remind you exactly where you belonged.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, lips ghosting close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath. “Don’t make me repeat myself again, yeah?”
You nodded your head, a small motion, and your pulse fluttered in your throat. You could feel the intensity rolling off him, possessive and adoring all at once. And it made you want to melt into him. His hands slid down, palms flattening against your hips, guiding you until you could feel how much he wanted you.
His mouth caught yours in a deep claiming kiss that made your whole body get hot. You couldn’t focus as his hands guided your hips to roll deeply into his. He pushed his way between your lips, tasting you, teasing you, and making you forget about the world outside his office.
When he broke away, his lips were wet and his gaze was even darker. His hand trailed up your thigh, fingers pressing in slow, deliberate circles where your skirt had ridden up.
“I like it when you listen,” he said. His lips trailed to your neck, marking you and making you let out soft pants. He pulled back and placed a quick on your lips. “But I like it even more when you remember you belong to me, baby.”
You should have known you liked it so much, the way Jeongin made you feel owned. It was embarrassing, almost, how quickly you melted into him.
He cupped the back of your thigh and hauled you closer, grinding you down into him as his mouth hovered just over yours. You could smell his cologne, and it made your knees weak, sharp and expensive and so utterly him.
“Want you to remember it every time you even think about swiping your card,” he murmured, his words low and heavy and hot against your lips. His hands moved under your skirt, brushing close to the hem of your panties, and you shivered in anticipation. Let me remind you properly, sweetheart.”
You whimpered, involuntarily, and he grinned against your neck, biting down just hard enough to leave and ache before soothing it with his tongue. Your hands fisted in his shirt, desperate for leverage, for contact, for anything that might ground you in the rising heat of his touch.
Jeongin's hands were everywhere, greedy but unhurried. He bunched your skirt at your waist, leaving you bare in his lap, and the office felt so incredibly hot with the way he touched you, calm but so possessive.
Every feather like skim of his knuckles down your thigh, every inch he exposed, made you dizzy with want. You could feel the heat of him through the fabric of your panties, his fingers tracing the soft edge, not quite touching where you ached for him, but close enough to make you strain toward his hands.
Something about the way he held you in that moment, skirt rucked high on your waist, legs spread over his lap, fueled the thrill of being wanted – of being owned.
He tongues at your jaw, teeth catching on your skin, and you whimpered again, hips rocking against his thigh. The friction was immediate and perfect, but not nearly enough. Not in the way you needed it.
“Look at you,” Jeongin rasped, voice rough in your ear, “all desperate over some kissing.” His palm pressed flat against your lower back, arching you into him until you were grinding shamelessly and chasing every last ounce of friction.
He loved the way you responded to him, the way you lost yourself in the smallest touch. His fingers finally slipped beneath your panties, skimming over the slick heat between your legs, and you gasped, the sound muffled against his shoulder.
Jeongin’s breath shuddered, his grip on his own desperation and control slipping away.
His fingers worked you open slowly and knowingly, and the heat between your legs only spiked higher with every stroke. You exhaled into his shirt, dizzy, and your heart was thumping in your ears.
He loved the way you responded to him, loved how wet you already were for him, and his breath hitched as he dragged his thumb in a gentle pressure right over your clit.
“Always so wet for me,” he groaned, his fingers curling inside you, the heel of his palm pressing in just the way he knew you liked. “You like it when I take care of you, don’t you? When I spoil you like this?”
You nodded, barely able to form words, every thought burned away by the pleasure blooming low in your belly. You tightened around his fingers, and he growled softly, possessive, rolling his hips under you so you could feel just how hard he was for you.
“Want to hear you say it,” he whispered, his voice thick, and his fingers working over your clit in insistent circles. The pleasure was a hot, heavy ache and winding tighter with every motion.
Your head fell back, lips parted, and you exhaled a shaky, desperate sound.
“I love it,” you breathed, barely more than a whisper. “I love it when you take care of me, Jeongin. Only want you to spoil me.”
He cursed softly, praise spilling from his lips as he plunged his fingers deeper, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the air. He filled you so perfectly, thumb never leaving your clit, forcing you higher and higher, grinding you down against his hand and his cock straining under you.
“That’s right, baby. That’s all you need to do. Let me make you feel good,” he murmured, hot against your ear, his tone dark and reverent. “Don’t want you thinking about anything else. Just want your pretty head empty for me.”
You whimpered, hands fisting into his shirt, hips jerking helplessly as he worked you faster, harder.
You could feel yourself unraveling in his lap, every muscle tight and trembling, your whole body burning for him. He wanted you ruined and needy. Completely his.
His mouth found yours again, hungry and wanting to take everything you had to give. You gasped, nearly crying out as he circled your clit with precision.
His grip on you tightened, holding you steady. The way he watches you – it was almost predatory, his eyes dark and hungry, drinking in every whimper and shudder that went through your body.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Let me see you,” he rasped, words hot against your lips, and you did, nearly shaking a pliant in his lap, your toes curling as you chased the rhythm of his touch. The pleasure was everywhere and overwhelming, the pressure winding itself so tight in your stomach it ached.
You clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, your entire body straining toward the edge.
His mouth found its way toward your jaw and down to your neck, where he kissed and sucked. You whined at the feeling before letting out a loud moan when you felt his teeth bite at your neck.
He licked over the mark and moved his mouth back to kiss you. His hands moved their way to his waistband, tugging his pants open just enough to get his dick out.
He was already extremely hard, flushed and thick in his hand, and you let out a needy sound at the sight of it so close and so obviously wanting you. He gripped your waist, grinding you down over him, and the friction caught perfectly on your clit, making you whimper and arch into his chest.
“Lift up for me, sweetheart,” Jeongin breathed, voice rough with want, and you did, rising over his lap with your skirt bunched high and your panties already soaked. He pulled them aside with a practiced touch, his knuckles dragging over your slick. His cock pressed against your entrance.
“Go on, baby. Take what you need,” he coaxed, guiding you down, and you sank onto him, inch by inch, the stretch making your vision blur for a second.
He filled you completely, so deep, and you clung to him, gasping as he bottomed out inside you. His mouth curled into a satisfied smirk against your jaw.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, his hands bracing your hips, holding you open for him as you started to move.
You rocked into him and Jeongin groaned lowly. “You gonna work for it?”
The heat of Jeongin’s hands on your hips steadied you as you sank all the way down, taking him deep until you were full, so full it felt like he was the only thing holding you together. The pressure made your breath hitch and you could feel every throb of him inside you, every flutter of your own pulse.
His eyes were fixed on you, dark and hungry, watching the way your body trembled as you settled into his lap. The way he filled you was overwhelming, but you loved it. You loved the way he stretched you open and made you feel owned and possessed.
His hands flexed at your waist, guiding your motions, but never fully taking control – not yet. He wanted you to work a little, to prove that you were his good girl.
“Look at you, baby,” Jeongin murmured, voice low and just a little rough, “taking me so well. My perfect girl.” He dragged a thumb across your cheek, the softness a stark contrast to the hardness inside you. “You like being full of me, don’t you?”
You nodded, dizzy with how good he felt inside you. You could barely let your words out. “Yes. So much.”
He grinned, that cocky, dangerous tilt of his lips that made you clench around him.
You could tell his restraint was breaking, his hips thrusting up into you every so often. You clenched around him again and whined, the movement causing him to groan and grab your hips tighter.
He kissed you again as he finally started thrusting up into you at a rough pace. You could barely keep up with his lips on yours and the constant moans and whines you were letting out didn’t help.
The friction between you was less and less as he pounded into you, your slick practically leaking out of you with how much there was. You were gonna cum soon. You could feel it building and building and the pressure was so intense you wanted to curl in on yourself.
You couldn’t hold it anymore, the relentless pace of his hips and his hands guiding you, the filthy, wet sounds of skin and need filling the air – it all had you right on the edge.
Your body tensed, thighs shaking where they braced against him, and still he didn’t let up. Every thrust hit that perfect, sensitive spot that made your vision blur and your mind go empty.
“Come on, pretty girl,” Jeongin growled, voice dark and thick against the shell of your ear. “Let go for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”
You whimpered, the sounds loud and constant, and your nails dug into his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor you. His cock filled you so perfectly, stretching you and holding you right there, and when his thumb pressed down against your clit again, you shook through your orgasm.
It was blinding and the pleasure slamming through you in waves left you clinging to him for dear life. Your walls pulsed around him, so tight, and he moaned as his hips stuttered up into you.
“Thats it,” Jeongin groaned out, his hips slamming into you harder as he got closer. You felt every punishing snap of his hips, the sound and heat of it echoing between your thighs and through his office.
Jeongin’s grip was so tight and greedy, pulling you down with every thrust, making sure his cock hit deep and perfect, right where still throbbing and fluttering from your orgasm.
You couldn’t breathe or think, not with the way he was fucking you, rough and hungry and overstimulating you. He held nothing back now, the force of his need slamming into you.
Your gasps felt so loud in your ears, the little sounds only making him go harder and faster.
He buried his face in your neck, his teeth scraping your skin again, and you felt his breath stutter. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he rasped, voice gone ragged and dark. “So fucking perfect for me. Mine.”
His hands splayed wide on your ass, keeping you open and driving his cock into you until you were stretched to your limit.
His hips thrusted into you two more times before he stilled, a guttural groan ripped from his throat, his fingers definitely leaving bruises on you as he twitched inside you and filled you up.
You collapsed against him, your whole body slack as you felt his cum leaking out of you. Jeongin held you there, both of you breathing hard. His hands gentled, smoothing over your thighs, up to your lower back, claiming you with his touch even as you melted in his.
He pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, his lips so soft and so intimate it made your heart. “That’s my girl,” he breathed, still a little rough and hoarse. “So fucking perfect for me.” There was pride in his words, and it made you shiver.
You clung to him, your cheek pressed to his shoulder. He smelled so good, expensive and familiar, even after fucking the thoughts out of you.
You could feel his heartbeat, fast and heavy under your palm. Neither of you moved for a long moment, wrapped up in each other, the only sounds being your breathing and the distant noise of the house settling.
