Warnings: cussing, descriptive sex scene reaching multiple orgasms, oral (female receiving), protection not mentioned but previous agreed upon choices around safe sex implied due to being in an established relationship. Please wrap up in real life or make sure you have conversations that you can agree upon with a partner. Also not sure how to frame it, but they left the curtains open and the neighbour saw them doing it? Is that voyeurism? Please don’t come for me, I don’t write smut often enough to know the right terms, I’m just trying to add the correct warnings here.
Word count: 1900
Author’s Note: After writing my Suho story, out of completely nowhere, Kyungsoo tackled me with this extremely spicy (for me) yet sweet story. I’ve never felt so single in all my life, and I’m kind of lowkey mad at him for raising the bar to this.
Gasping as Kyungsoo’s hungry mouth left yours and latched onto your neck, your hands blindly reached behind him to slot the key into the door lock. But you were distracted by the open kisses he was trailing down your neck, a strangled laugh leaving you when Kyungsoo sucked on the juncture of your neck. The keys fell from your hand.
“Soo, stop!”
“Never,” he groaned into your skin, spinning you both around so he could press you into the door. The retort of getting inside your house before your nosy neighbour stuck her head out her window and berated your indecency at nine o’clock in the morning evaporated when he pressed a hard kiss on your lips. It was you who tried to chase his beautiful heart-shaped mouth when he pulled away and bent down to collect your keys. Kyungsoo gave you an amused smile. “Patience.”
“Says the man who couldn’t control himself just a minute ago.”
Kyungsoo tapped you on the nose as he slotted the key into your front door, your arms wrapping around his neck as he opened it and crowded you inside. He didn’t even have the door shut before his lips were back on yours and attacking you with earnestness. A moan tumbled from you, and he smiled briefly as he kicked the door shut. Your hands were now tangled in his dark locks, tugging just enough to force a grunt up his throat as he pulled his mouth away and looked at you.
“Too many clothes.”
“I was just heading out to get groceries.”
“I’ll feed you later.”
“Not hungry now?” you teased playfully, sliding your hands down from his hair to rest over his heaving chest.
His eyes turned molten, and your jacket was easily discarded to the ground. He already was yanking his hoodie over his head before you could blink again. You gave him an incredulous look and he laughed. “What? I could eat.”
“Christ, Soo,” you whined, rushing to pull your sweater over your head. He didn’t waste any time expertly tugging you out of your bra, discarding it blindly behind him.
“Couch or bed?”
“Do you think you can make it to the bedroom just down that hallway there?” you teased, and Kyungsoo pulled your bare upper bodies together, a mutual groan departing from both of you at the connection. Pressing you into the hallway wall, Kyungsoo ran his hands down to where you were already aching for him, touching you through your leggings.
“I just got into the country not even an hour ago. I could fuck you right here against the wall. I’ve waited long enough to get to you.”
It didn’t ever stop surprising you when your partner spoke like this to you. Six months of dating, and the first time he’d told you how much he needed to taste you, you had been so wet, he had marvelled at how easily his deep voice had affected you without even touching you. Of course, he couldn’t ever keep his hands to himself, and you were already writhing under his ministrations now.
Panting in his ear, you begged, “Take me to bed!” before whimpering from the loss of his hand putting pressure where you needed him most.
Clothes streamed behind you as you both hurried down the hallway to your bedroom, not even stopping to close the curtains as he climbed over you and imprinted his lips into your very soul once again. Your hand found him, and he swore against your lips when you gripped him tighter. “I need you.”
“Not yet. I want to eat first.”
You tried to clamp your legs closed at the statement, but he was already on his descent down, his body moving in so you couldn’t hide from him. Lips tasted you on the way down and then he was breathing right over you, not hesitating in front of his feast. You cried out, gripping the sheets blindly as he dragged you to the edge of Nirvana, only to slow his tempo down and kiss you achingly slow down there.
“Don’t play with me.”
“Seventeen days,” he lamented, his strong arms shifting your legs apart even further, sighing into you. “Seventeen fucking days without this.”
You laughed, reaching down to run a hand through his hair affectionately. “Deprived, were we?”
“I’m never leaving you again. This bed, even.”
Another laugh left you and ended in a moan as he picked back up again. “Christ, your mouth.”
“Nothing holy about this, baby,” he responded before proving just how wicked his ministrations could be, sending you right over the edge a moment later.
You all but pulled him up to you then, and it was his turn to laugh at your needy touches. “You accosted me in my driveway,” you reminded him, moaning at the taste of yourself when he kissed you deeply.
“How could I not? I’d been counting down the minutes until I could hold you again.”
“Mrs Willoughby next door is going to have things to say.”
“Sounds like she’s jealous to me. What’s wrong with a man greeting the woman he loves like that?”
You both froze, and Kyungsoo tilted his head slightly as he breathed down at you. You searched his dark stare for only a second before you stretched back up to meet his lips with urgency. It wasn’t long until you were on top of him, pressing Kyungsoo down onto the mattress and placing your hands over his racing heart.
“You okay?” he asked as you hesitated on reaching down for his thick length.
“This changes everything.”
“Does it really? I’ve been telling you I love you in so many ways now,” he admitted, and you swallowed roughly, rubbing his chest affectionately with your palm until he gripped your wrist, holding it right over his heart. You stared down at the man who had given you so much of himself over such a short time. You didn’t live together but you were both co-inhabiting each other’s spaces, not letting air in between you for long. It wasn’t just physical with him. Your soul was full from Kyungsoo’s presence in your life.
Not breaking your charged stare, you reached down for him and shifted your hips, sliding down over his cock with a held breath. You savoured the familiar stretch, the feeling of home once you were fully seated on him. And then, before you moved, you smiled. “I love you so much.”
It wasn’t slow, despite the tenderness with every movement between you. His hands worshipped your curves as you rode him, your breathing grew loud, and the curses falling from you both sounded hot and heavy. It didn’t take you long to be rendered unable to speak and with the way Kyungsoo was begging you to make him come, you knew you were reaching the climax of your relationship.
He pulled you down so he could kiss you just as you felt the embrace of your orgasm racing through your system. With a deep thrust, you came together, sweaty and tangled, lips crushing against yours until you couldn’t breathe and felt lightheaded.
The tremors of your lovemaking sank you deeper onto him, and you moaned despite having nothing more to give, collapsing fully against Kyungsoo. Without slipping from within your slick heat, he turned you so you were both on your sides, your head tucked against his arm, breathing heavily against his neck whilst he sucked in ragged breaths along your temple.
“Fuck me,” he finally breathed out, and you laughed hoarsely.
“I just did.”
Fingers trailed up and down your spine and you shivered in delight, shifting a little on the cock still inside you. Kyungsoo groaned. “I need to get out of you.”
“I want you to stay there.”
“I’m not ready to go again,” he pleaded, and you nuzzled into him, shaking your head.
“Nor am I.”
“But if I stay in you, I’m going to want to be harder faster than either of us can cope with.”
You laughed. “Goodness, you really missed me that much.”
“It was like agony being from you,” he declared, and you kissed the expanse of skin in front of you. “I’ve never understood lovesick fools until now.”
“If it helps, I was lost without you.”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t actually need any groceries. I just had to go out and do something to fill the time until you landed.” It was then that you sat up and acknowledged the time for the second time today, whilst losing the fullness of him as he slid out in the process. “Wait. You weren’t due in until seven tonight.”
Kyungsoo’s eyes were stuck on your breasts for long enough that you felt your skin heating under his gaze once more. He finally looked up at you. “I changed my flight. Cost me a fuck ton.”
“Kyungsoo!”
“Do you blame me? When I had this waiting for me at home?”
Softening, you reached out to brush the sweaty hair on his forehead to the side. “Damn, so lovesick aren’t you?”
You kissed him gently then, cupping his face in your hands, holding your love fondly. When you pulled back, you inadvertently looked out the window and froze. “Holy shit.”
“What?”
“Mrs Willoughby is looking through the window right now!”
Kyungsoo pulled you protectively to him as he sat himself up a bit to see. He laughed heartily and waved at the older woman, who shut her curtains with a start. With them closed you could see she had taped a note to the window that read, ‘CLOSE YOUR CURTAINS, HEATHENS!’
“Oh God,” you moaned, dropping your forehead to Kyungsoo’s vibrating shoulder. His deep laughter tumbled out again. “I’m never going to be able to look that woman in the eye again. Do you think she watched us?”
“You might need new neighbours.”
You clicked onto what he insinuated and lifted your head back up. “Yeah?”
“I mean, I could move here. We could leave the curtains open every time and show just how wicked we can be.”
“Soo!” you whined with a laugh, and he grinned at you.
“Or you can move in with me at my house. We could even get a different house if you like. One that was ours from the start. Heck, I like that idea.”
“Woah,” you responded, running your hand over his strong shoulders. “You’ve thought about this more than just now.”
“That obvious?”
“Of course.”
“Seventeen days’ worth,” he admitted, somewhat shyly, and you sighed gently, kissing him again. You couldn’t love this man more if you tried.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Let’s move in together.”
Kyungsoo pulled you underneath him and kissed you passionately, not leaving your mouth unoccupied until you were panting again for him. And then he pulled away, making you chase him once more. He smirked. “What did I tell you about patience?”
“Seventeen days,” you retorted, and he rolled his eyes, climbing off the bed and walking his gloriously naked body over to the window. You watched as he reached for the curtains. You snickered. “What happened to showing Mrs Willoughby our wickedness?”
“I don’t think I could have her fainting on my conscience.”
“Fainting?” you echoed as he shut the curtains, making the light in the room turn dreamlike.
“With the things I’m about to do to you, I want to make sure it’s for your eyes only.”
For 2025, both Chelle (@prettywordsyouleft ) and I wanted to encourage each other to write a story each month. We chose to work with the same kpop song, and not tell the other what we came up with until it was written, so we could showcase how the same prompt can be used differently - or similar in some cases, I'm sure!
Our stories will go live on the 21st of every month NZST. And you can find each one listed here.
The words were out before he could stop himself. Why did he just shout that? That wasn’t what he really wanted to say, but when you got under his skin, Jackson’s emotions went haywire.
Everything was going well in the relationship, or so he thought. So why was it that he now ended up following you from room to room as you collected your things.
“What are… you don’t.” Unsure of what to say now that the damage was done, Jackson tried to ask you why you needed to take these things, to take yourself away.
Away from him.
Looking at you, he could tell you were just as wound up as he was. Your eyes were red from crying, and your footsteps rushed through the apartment at a speed he didn’t realise you had, as numerous items were shoved in an overnight bag.
“Stop following me,” you pleaded, finally turning to face him. “You wanted this, so I’m leaving. Following through. At least one of us has to.”
Sniffling, you composed yourself as you zipped the bag up.
Jackson was breathing heavily, his eyes darting from your face, down your body to the hand reaching for the doorknob.
“Please.” His voice cracked and sounded so unlike its usual tone. He was pleading now, Jackson’s hand instinctively searched for yours as he stepped closer, the tears threatening to fall. You stepped back, and away from him. It was like you had punched him straight in the stomach.
“Goodbye Jackson.”
And then you were gone.
He had done this. This was all his fault. Why did he have to pick a fight? What was it even about in the first place? He struggled to remember the reason now, and it all seemed so stupid.
Suddenly, his knees gave out and he landed on the floor in a crumpled mess. Jackson couldn’t stop as the tears escaped fast and heavily when the realization hit him. Running his hands over his face, he tried to wash the tears away, but it was no use.
Panic hit him then and it made it hard to breathe.
What was he going to do? He had to fix this.
Gasping for air, Jackson startled awake. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat as he searched the darkened room for something, anything palpable.
“Jack? You okay?” A soft voice asked, your head lifting slightly from the pillow beside him.
You were here. You hadn’t left. And you hadn’t fought. Your relationship was okay.
“I’m okay Baby. Just a bad dream,” he murmured huskily, sliding his body back under the covers and pulling you closer.
The need to make sure this was real slammed into him as his lips found the bare skin of your shoulder, a small noise of satisfaction filling the room at his touch.
He whispered, “Everything’s okay. We’re both okay. Nothing’s over.”
summary: you desperately need to get over your decade-long crush on lim jaebeom, and your close friend jinyoung needs to get over his ex—so the two of you make an arrangement: just sex, no feelings. what could go wrong?
a/n: first of all i hope everyone had a great holiday and a happy new year 😘 i was verrrry busy which is why this update is a bit delayed. thank you guys for being patient with me while i get my shit together! i hope you enjoy this part because i loved writing it. also please check out the playlist i made for parts 1-4 right here :)
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Jinyoung: Y/N
Jinyoung: I need you to come over immediately
Jinyoung: It’s an emergency
You: what?? what’s wrong???
You: ….
You: this isn’t like a sex emergency right
Jinyoung: No. Please just come over.
“What’s wrong? What’s the emergency?” you asked urgently as you slipped inside of Jinyoung’s apartment.
Jinyoung welcomed you in, and the first thing you noticed was his casual attire—gray joggers, a hunter green hoodie, and a pair of wire rimmed glasses you hadn’t seen him wear since high school. It also looked like he’d just recently gotten out of the shower, judging by the damp locks of hair clinging to his temples.
Funny enough, your own outfit mirrored his. A gray sweatshirt and black joggers. After all, you had been halfway ready for bed by the time he texted you, even though it wasn’t really that late. It was Sunday night, you’d spent all weekend working and you weren’t ashamed to call it a night before ten o’clock.
“I have… two hours,” Jinyoung started, glancing at his watch and then back at you, “to pack for a week and a half in New York.”
You blinked at him. “You what?”
Jinyoung let out an exasperated sigh and grabbed your hand, tugging you back towards his bedroom. You nearly passed out from shock at the state of disarray that greeted you; suitcase wide open on the floor, piles of clothes everywhere, shampoo bottles laying around haphazardly. Never, in all the years you’d known him, had you seen his room anything but spotless—not even in that shitty third floor walk up he and Jackson lived in before they both got grown up jobs.
“Why does it look the toiletries aisle threw up all over your room, Jinyoung?”
Jinyoung, frazzled as you’d ever seen him, ruffled the back of his own hair harshly. “My boss called me an hour ago asking if I’d go to this convention because the girl that was meant to do it got mono. So now I’m flying to New York in four hours.”
Your eyes lit up as you smacked his chest excitedly. “That’s great!”
He’d mentioned the convention a few times in the last few weeks. He was excited about it, you knew that much, but that was when his responsibility was to organize the event from afar. In your opinion, it sounded like your personal heaven. Thousands of avid book readers came from all over the world, just to share their excitement over books. You couldn’t imagine anything better.
He groaned, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “It’s terrible. You know I hate unexpected surprises, Y/N. What if I screw it up?”
You rolled your eyes. “That’s not going to happen. They probably asked you to do it because they know you’re capable. You’re basically the head of your department, right?”
Jinyoung shrugged modestly. “I mean, yeah. I’ve been in charge of planning the entire thing for the last two months.”
“Exactly. So it’ll be fine—you worry far too much. Now, how can I help with… all of this?” You looked around at the chaos dispersed throughout his bedroom, not sure where to start.
Jinyoung took in a deep, calming breath, then pointed to the pile of clean clothes on the floor next to the suitcase. “If you can put those clothes in the packing cubes and get them into the suitcase—why are you laughing?”
You covered your mouth in an attempt to stifle your laugh as you sat in front of his pile of clothing. “Nothing. I just… of course you use packing cubes.”
Jinyoung pursed his lips—giving you his trademark unamused look. “Don’t make fun of me, I’m in a crisis.”
“You’re so dramatic. I swear.” You rolled your eyes at him, lips forming a smirk. “Stop scowling at me and get to packing, mister.”
Jinyoung mumbled something under his breath, which sounded a lot like not the boss of me, and they’re practical but you couldn’t be too sure. Still, he settled on his bed, picking out items from the massive pile of mini sized hair and skin products and stuffing them into a travel bag.
Comfortable silence filled the room as you two focused on your separate tasks, but you could practically hear Jinyoung’s racing thoughts from across the room. It was almost annoying how well you could read his emotions, which you chalked up to your many years of friendship.
But you knew he’d feel better once the daunting task of packing was done with, so you sorted his clothing as he asked. Once the cubes were full of his clothes, folded and organized into his suitcase, you stood from the floor and crawled onto the bed.
You perched on your knees behind him, leaning your chin onto his shoulder. He smelled nice, you noticed. Like fresh linen. “Are you done yet?”
He grunted, shaking his head as he tossed a bottle of face moisturizer into his bag with more force than necessary.
You hummed, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Can I interest you in a short distraction? Since you’ll be gone for… how long again?”
Jinyoung didn’t respond, just continued stuffing items into travel sized bags as if he didn’t hear you. You pouted, squeezing him tighter. His entire body was tense, from his shoulders down to his abs.
“Hey,” you said softly, reaching for his hands to pull them into his lap. “You’re really worried about this, aren’t you?”
He just lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “Just don’t want to screw it up,” he mumbled.
You sighed and shifted next to him, crawling into his lap to straddle his waist. Reaching for his chin, you lifted his eyes to yours. You would’ve had to be blind not to see how nervous he was about this.
“Hey,” you said again. “That’s not going to happen. Trust me. Remember that time, in college, we both wrote down the wrong date for our European Lit exam and we were completely blindsided when we walked into class? You passed with a 96. You’re great under pressure, Jinyoung. You’re smart, you work hard, and you’re quick on your feet.”
Jinyoung’s features, ever so slightly, softened as he listened to you. He knew you were right. You had seen him come out on top of so many stressful situations, and you knew this time was no different.
“What’d you get on that exam? I don’t think you ever told me.”
You cringed at the memory. The big, fat red marker the teacher had used to scribble your nearly failing grade across your test flashed in your mind. “65. Dad lectured me for about three hours about that one.”
“Ouch,” Jinyoung began, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. It seemed he was already feeling better. “Maybe I should have tutored you. I could have gotten you some extra credit…”
Though it was his attempt at trying to sound sexy, it just came off cheesy and you couldn’t help but snort. “You’re lucky you’re really good in bed, because your pillow talk leaves something to be desired.”
Jinyoung grinned, leaning in to nip at your neck. “Hmm,” he hummed against your skin, hands slipping up the back of your hoodie. “All I heard was really good in bed.”
“Mm,” you tilted your head, allowing him more space to kiss your neck. You didn’t even care about the marks he could leave. “Did I say that? I meant terrible in bed. Like, so bad.” You smiled at the laugh he pressed into your skin.
You shivered as he grazed his fingertips up and down your spine, goosebumps forming wherever he touched. No matter how many times he put his hands on you, it never stopped having such an effect on you.
The last month, after Bambam’s party, you’d set out three rules for yourself: no cuddling, no sleeping over, and no unnecessary kissing. So far, you’d held your ground. If Jinyoung noticed anything weird, he didn’t show it. Just nodded and walked you to the door each time you chose not to sleep over.
But the sex was still worth keeping your arrangement. Jinyoung had shown you a side of yourself you weren’t aware of until now, and you couldn’t deny he made you feel desirable in a way that was totally new. You had no hesitation telling him what you wanted or needed in order to feel good—unlike how you’d been in past relationships.
“So how about that distraction?” you whispered, threading your fingers through Jinyoung’s hair and pushing it away from his face.
He laughed again. “We don’t have time.”
You stuck your lip out, pulling back enough to look at him. “Yes we do. I’m not going to see you for almost two weeks, can’t I just… have something to remember you by?”
Jinyoung glanced at the clock on his wall, then back at you. The clock, then you again. “Alright, fine. You’re lucky you’re really good in bed.”
Your pout turned into a pleased grin. “I know.”
To shut you up, he reached for your sweatshirt to pull off, throwing the material to the floor. He cursed under his breath when he saw you were completely bare under your hoodie. “God. I swear you live to drive me insane.”
“Hmm, maybe, maybe not,” you said, as you slipped your hands back into his hair and gave the strands a firm tug.
“Fuck,” he started, hands squeezing your hips. “Want to come to New York with me? Just curl up in my suitcase?”
You laughed, hips rolling down against him almost instinctively, craving more contact. “Sounds uncomfortable.”
“Mm,” he shook his head and leaned in, kissing across your chest. “Don’t know how I’ll live without these.”
“By ‘these’ do you mean my boobs?”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“You’re dumb,” you replied with a laugh, hands traveling down his torso until you could tug his sweatshirt off of him. “I’ll send you a picture every day, just so you don’t miss them too much.”
Jinyoung flipped you over onto your back, kicking his pile of toiletries out of the way and cringing at the sound of about a thousand lotion bottles falling to the floor. “You’re too good to me.”
“I know,” you responded, quick to remove his shirt as well, revealing the toned torso you never got sick of seeing. “You’re so lucky to have me.”
“Something like that,” he said as he looked down at you, eyes shining with desire. His hips were grinding into yours so perfectly, the bulge in his sweats pressing into your center just right.
Your eyes fell shut as you groaned, only encouraging him to push into you with more force. He could bring you to the edge just like this, and you made a mental note to test that theory someday. Tonight, though, you wanted him inside of you.
Jinyoung leaned down, closing his mouth around one of your nipples and rolling his tongue over the hardened peak, over and over. You arched into him, wanting more. In a matter of minutes, he’d already reduced you to a pliant mess underneath of him.
His mouth traveled downwards and more bottles were knocked to the floor, though you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You’d clean up the mess later. He sucked a hickey into your hip as he pulled off your joggers, making you shiver when the cold air hit your skin.
“The snowmen underwear,” Jinyoung mused, a smirk on his lips. You’d forgotten you had grabbed those from your drawer today--the same pair you’d worn the first night you slept together. At this point, you’d given up trying to always be wearing sexy underwear when you’d see Jinyoung. He truly did not care what you had under your clothes, as he reminded you so many times.
“Shut up,” you told him, squirming your hips as he stared up at you.
“They’re cute,” he said, just as he did that first night. “I might rip them off you, though. Wanna fuck you so bad.” He leaned down, licking right up the line of your covered slit.
You bit back a moan and gripped the sheets underneath of you, already feeling restless with need.
“It’s a shame we’re tight on time,” he muttered, nose nudging against your clit. “I’d love to spend the whole night between your thighs. Just tasting you, making you crazy…”
You wouldn’t have minded that at all. Jinyoung was a perfectionist, and it was never more apparent than when he had his mouth on you, determined to make you feel good. It was an experience, every single time.
When he finally pulled your underwear off, he glanced up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Your panties dangled off his index finger. “Want to give me something to remember you by?”
You stared down at him, skeptical. “Yes…?”
Jinyoung sat up on his knees, balling up your underwear and tossing it into his opened suitcase. You gaped up at him, reaching to hit his arm. “Jinyoung! You can’t steal my underwear!”
He laughed, leaning back down to hover over you. “I didn’t steal them. You said yes. Come on, please?”
“You’re so weird,” you told him, relenting. As shocked as you were, you couldn’t deny that it was hot, him wanting to take your panties along across the world just to remember you by. Whatever that meant.
“Shh, tight on time, remember?” he dipped down to kiss you, smiling against your lips and causing you to do the same.
Your hands roamed his body, trying to memorize the lines and curves of his skin just so that you wouldn’t forget. It would be the longest you’d gone without seeing Jinyoung since you started sleeping together two months ago. At this point, you knew his body better than your own. You were going to miss it.
“Hey,” you spoke against his lips, pulling away to push his hair away from his eyes. “This is the first time you’ve fucked me with glasses on.”
“And?” he asked, thick brows pushed together.
You shrugged. “And I think you look hot. You’re like my sexy, visually impaired teacher.”
Jinyoung’s eyes narrowed slightly just before he rolled them. “Oh, I see, you think you’re special because you have perfect vision.”
You grinned up at him. “At least I said you were sexy.”
He grumbled, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip. “Careful, or you’ll get detention.”
You stifled a laugh, which further annoyed him. “Sorry. Not funny.”
Jinyoung hated to be teased, and you knew it, but you couldn’t help getting a kick out of it. You loved that grumpy, unamused frown he threw at you whenever you challenged him.
“Turn over.”
You raised your brows, smile dropping from your lips. Oh. He looked down at you, eyes darkening with that familiar lustful glare. Your breath hitched in your chest as you flipped over onto your stomach, laying sideways on the bed with your ankles dangling off one end.
When you tried to prop yourself up on your elbows, he pressed down onto your shoulders with a light pressure to keep you down. “Face down.”
A tingle spread down your body, right to your core. What had started as a playful joke was quickly turning into something more, something you’d only fantasized about late at night when you were alone.
Jinyoung sat on his knees, straddling your thighs, his weight just barely resting on you. Your heart was pounding in anticipation. His fingertips grazed down your back, starting between your shoulder blades until he was brushing against the curve of your lower back.
“I thought we didn’t have much time?” you asked, turning your head to look back at him with one cheek pressed into his blankets.
He glared down at you. “Every time you talk back to me, that’s one.”
You gulped. “One what?”
He barely hesitated before his hand came down against the center of your ass cheek. You whimpered, pressing your face into the blankets. The sting only lasted for a moment before you felt a pulse of pleasure low in your stomach.
“Now,” Jinyoung started, his hand massaging the area where he’d just smacked. You took a deep breath in, desperately trying to keep your hips from squirming. “Are you going to be good for me?”
You nodded vigorously, stealing a glance behind you. The look on his face reminded you of how he’d looked after Bambam’s party, demanding you to touch yourself. A look you’d thought about many, many times since.
He shocked you when he smacked your ass again, your back arching involuntarily. “Use your words, angel.”
“Yes! Yes, I’ll be good.”
You were certain if his hand drifted down the few inches away from your ass to your entrance, he would feel just how wet he’d made you already.
“Hmm, I’m not sure if I believe you. You don’t always listen. Always trying to make it difficult for me, aren’t you?”
You shook your head. “N-no. I wanna be good for you, Jinyoung.”
His tongue ran over his bottom lip slowly, giving you that familiar predatory gaze. “You’re gonna have to prove it to me.” His hands were massaging your ass again, stopping to squeeze the soft flesh every now and then.
“How?” You asked, fear and arousal blooming in your chest. You knew whatever he had in store for you wouldn’t be easy.
Jinyoung trailed his right hand up your back again, pushing your hair aside so that you could see him without any obstruction. “Don’t come. No matter what.”
Again, you swallowed hard. You wouldn’t be good at this game and you both knew it. He got you so hot so fast that you could never hold back, which wasn’t usually a problem, until now.
His hand traveled down your back, fingers grazing over the curve of your ass until they slipped down to your entrance. You watched his face, enthralled, as he gathered the wetness that had already dripped out of you and brought it to his lips to taste. You moaned.
Jinyoung looked down at you, smirking. “Oh, that’s not a good sign. I barely even touched you. Try to control yourself, okay, baby? You can do it.”
You bit down onto your lip again, nodding at him as you slid your hands up underneath of your head, gripping his blankets. “Okay.”
When he finally slipped his fingers inside of you, your eyes fell shut. Only two fingers and you could tell you were squeezing around him, your current position doing nothing to give him easier access.
He began a slow, torturous pace inside of you with his two fingers, scissoring them inside of you every few thrusts. You were whining and moaning into the blankets, your fingernails digging into the fabric.
“So fucking tight. I wish you could see what I’m seeing right now—it’s heavenly.”
You pressed your forehead into the blankets, teeth pressed hard into your lower lip as he twisted his fingers, turning his hand so that his thumb could massage your clit. You couldn’t help rolling your hips towards his fingers, wanting him deeper inside.
“Jinyoung, please...” you whispered.
“Hm? What was that?” he asked, squeezing your ass with his free hand. “You want more?”
You opened your eyes to look back at him again and nodded. “Please.”
The sight of him was enough to have your walls clenching on his fingers again. Eyebrows knitted together, completely focused on fucking into you with the perfect pace. The glasses were really just an added bonus.
With no warning, he slipped a third finger inside of you.
“Fuck,” you groaned loudly, arching your back and fighting to spread your legs, even though they were caged in by Jinyoung’s thighs.
This earned you another smack, followed by a gentle caress.
“You’re not controlling yourself very well, are you, angel?”
You fought back a sob and shook your head. “No, I’m sorry, I just-” you couldn’t finish your sentence, because Jinyoung had curled his fingers inside of you on his next thrust, pressing into your g-spot.
Then he did it again. And again.
You had never tried for anything as hard as you were now, desperately trying to keep your orgasm at bay. Heat spread through your entire body but you fought it, even though it made tears form in the corners of your eyes, even though it felt like you were about to explode.
Jinyoung was receptive, he knew your body well enough that he knew just how close you were and how much effort you were putting into denying your body what it wanted so badly.
He finally withdrew his fingers from you, but not without another harsh spank. His hands immediately soothed your skin, gently massaging your flesh as he leaned down over your back, kissing the spot between your shoulder blades.
“Such a good girl. You did so good.”
You melted under his touch as your orgasm retreated. It had been so close, you wouldn’t have lasted much longer if he’d continued. Your skin burned where his hand had made contact and you knew it would hurt to sit tomorrow.
“Want to stay like this, baby? Looks like it hurts.”
You nodded with a pout, unfolding your arms from under your chest and stretching them above your head, relieving some of the tension from clenching the sheets in your fists.
Jinyoung didn’t waste much time, pushing his sweatpants and underwear to his thighs. He looked hard as a rock, and you cursed the fact that you didn’t have enough time to give him a goodbye blowjob. The sight practically had your mouth watering.
Then he was scooting up your legs, until the head of his cock nudged in between your thighs. He slid between your flesh a few times easily, as your skin was covered with the juices that had dripped out of you.
You both let out satisfied moans once he slid inside your heat, already wet and beyond ready for him as you always were.
Jinyoung leaned over you, bracing his hands on the bed on either side of your shoulders. With the rest of his weight resting on his knees, he rolled his hips towards you, pushing his length inside of you to the hilt.
“Oh my God,” you moaned. It felt new, this depth that he’d reached inside of you. You leaned up on your forearms to arch yourself to a better angle, hips lifting up slightly.
You were grateful he wasn’t gentle with you, you couldn’t handle that right now. You needed him, quick and deep, and that’s exactly the pace he began inside of you. The only sound in the room was his skin slapping yours and the desperate, throaty moans and pleas for more, more, more.
Jinyoung ducked his head down to press kisses to your shoulder. It was the affection you needed, suddenly overwhelmed with the fact that he was leaving you. Only for a week and a half, but at the moment you couldn’t imagine living without him inside of you for one minute. That was how crazy he made you.
“Jinyoung,” you begged, bending onto your elbow so that you could grip a hold of his arm next to you. Your name fell from his lips in response, over and over. You craned your neck to find his lips for a messy kiss, somewhat awkward from the angle, but it brought you even closer to the edge.
“Close?” he asked against your lips before pulling away to press kisses against your jaw. You nodded, squeezing his arm tightly until your fingernails dug into his skin.
Your nerves were on fire as the familiar tension built inside of you, beginning at your rib cage until it spread lower and lower. Jinyoung lowered onto his elbows until his front was pressed to your back, his hips never slowing or relenting.
“Gonna come,” Jinyoung said with a groan, digging his teeth into the soft skin of your shoulder, the sharp pain sending a wave of electricity right to your clit.
As the tension in your body snapped, you finally allowed yourself to tip over the edge, made more intense by the sensation of Jinyoung reaching his orgasm as well. Your thighs shook as you took every drop from him, letting him fill you. Your own climax hit you like a ton of bricks, fast and hard, your body quivering underneath of him in waves.
Your body fell limp under his as you finally relaxed, absolutely exhausted from your orgasm. Jinyoung panted behind you, his lips still kissing your skin and whispering how good you were for him, how you fit him perfectly. You wished you weren’t in a daze, or you would have been able to focus on the husky, fucked out tone of his voice.
Finally, he rolled off to the side, pulling his sweatpants back up over his hips. You were too worn out to move yet, so you just laid there on your stomach while you heard Jinyoung get up for a washcloth. He was always quick to clean you up and you were eternally grateful, especially now. You were pretty sure he’d just taken years off of your life.
You let him move you however he needed in order to clean you up, and as Jinyoung tossed the washcloth to the side, he stared down at you with raised brows.
“You okay?” he asked. You could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Mm,” you replied, arms unwinding from underneath yourself again to stretch them out, wiggling your fingers. “You just fucked the life out of me. Officially.”
Jinyoung chuckled, a hand caressing your back as he laid on his side next to you. “Do you think it was the glasses?” he asked as he tucked your hair behind your ear.
You opened your eyes to look at him, your lips spreading into a grin. “Probably.”
Even though you had a no cuddling rule, and a no unnecessary kissing rule, you didn’t fight it when Jinyoung brought you into his arms and melted your lips together.
You blamed it on your exhausted state.
~~~
“Forrest Gump! Forrest Gump!” Sana whisper-shouted, slapping her pencil down on the restaurant table. “Why isn’t anyone listening to me?!”
You sat between Bambam and Jackson in the crowded diner booth as Sana and Yugyeom argued across from you. This was how it’d gone all night. It had been Yugyeom’s bright idea to participate in a trivia night instead of your usual movie night for the month and you were quickly regretting it.
Jinyoung hated trivia games and never wanted to go when it was suggested, which you suspected was because he hated being wrong. Now that he was away on business, you’d decided to give it a try. It had been a mistake.
Yugyeom was, apparently, fiercely competitive, which would have been okay if Sana wasn’t exactly the same way. You wanted to win, sure, but your two friends were starting to get out of hand with their arguing and butting heads.
“Okay, okay,” you said, trying to get them to simmer down. People had been staring at you all night, clearly bothered by the constant bickering. “Someone just write down an answer because he’s coming around to get our sheets!”
Yugyeom snatched the pencil from Sana, scribbling down his favored answer just in time for the host to collect your papers. It was the last round, and you had been in first place the last time they’d checked scores.
“I hope you’re happy,” Sana sneered, crossing her arms.
“Oh my God, stop,” you told her, slapping her arm lightly. “It’s just a game! And here we thought Jinyoung would be the problem.”
The familiar fluttering bloomed in your heart as you spoke his name, which you did your best to shove down just as you had for the last five days since Jinyoung had been gone. You tried to convince yourself your body missed him, not you specifically.
You pulled out your phone as soon as the host announced you were free to do so, scrolling through your texts until you found your message with Jinyoung. You’d been talking a lot this last week. The convention was this weekend, and in New York it was about time for him to be waking up to get ready.
You: so… we decided to go to trivia tonight
You: it’s a blood bath in here
Jinyoung: Ugh. Trivia.
You: yeah yeah. good morning, by the way :)
Jinyoung: Good morning. How was your day?
You: good. busy, but in a good way
You: are you excited for today??
Jinyoung: Excited? No. Prepared? Also no. But I’m ready to just get on with it already.
You: it’s gonna be so much fun!!! you get to talk about books all day!!!!!
Jinyoung: Ugh. It’s way too early in my day for all those exclamation points
You: soooo dramaticcccccccc
Jinyoung: Hey, be nice to me, I’m nervous
You: okay okay. you’re going to do great today you know
Jinyoung: I’ll do my best.
You: shhh. it’ll be great. i’ll stay up late tonight in case you need to call me.
Jinyoung: Good. I miss you.
“Why are you making that face?” Sana asked, snapping you out of your text trance.
Your head shot up and you looked around with wide eyes. You’d literally forgotten where you were in the last five minutes.
“Huh? What face?”
“Are you… blushing?” Sana replied. “Who are you texting?! It better not be-”
“It’s not Jaebeom!” you said, defensively.
You hadn’t even talked to him since Bambam’s party when you’d left him on the dance floor. You still felt guilty, but couldn’t bring yourself to reach out to him and open that can of worms.
“Who is it?”
You brought your phone to your chest, hiding the screen from your friends. Yugyeom looked confused, Bambam looked mildly amused, and Jackson was eating cheese fries. It truly summed up your friendship.
“No one.”
A look of hurt flashed in Sana’s eyes. “Why won’t you tell me who it is?”
You deflated a bit. It had been difficult in more ways than one having to keep your arrangement with Jinyoung a secret from Sana and the rest of your friends. You hated lying, period, but especially to your best friend.
“Because it’s…” you looked around at the rest of the table, then down at your phone. “It’s not, like… a real thing.”
“She’s texting Jinyoung!”
Your head whipped in Jackson’s direction. He had blurted the words out like word vomit, and now looked as if the weight of the world had lifted from his shoulders.
“Were you looking at my phone?!” you asked, feeling somewhat violated.
“No!” he replied. “I’ve known for…” his eyes looked upward as he counted on his fingers. “Six weeks.”
“Six weeks?! You’ve been dating Jinyoung for six weeks?” Sana asked, her jaw practically dropping to the table.
You cleared your throat. “Two months. And we’re not dating! We’re just having sex.”
Sana stared blankly at you, not even noticing when the trivia hosts began going over the correct answers. “I knew you were seeing someone, I just thought it was Jaebeom. What… how…?”
“Wait, when did you find out?” you asked Jackson.
“Well…” he looked down, heaving a deep breath. “At Bambam’s party, he chewed me out in the bathroom for dancing with you and being, you know, touchy. I feared for my life, but also figured something had to be going on for him to get jealous like that. I asked him the next day and he spilled everything.”
You had no idea he’d gotten angry with Jackson. If anything, you’d assumed all his anger had been directed at you. And, besides, you’d settled it later on at his apartment.
“Hold on,” Yugyeom cut in. “You’re not dating Jinyoung, you’re just sleeping together? Like… friends with benefits?”
You shrugged. “Yeah. We were both lonely and trying to get over feelings for other people, so we figured…”
Sana was rubbing her temples, clearly having a tough time coming to terms with this revelation. “Just sleeping together?”
“Yeah. Why is that so hard to believe? People do it all the time.”
“Uh, no. I don’t know anyone that started sleeping with their friend of ten years so they can get over their crush, also of ten years. This is possibly the worst idea you’ve ever had.”
You furrowed your eyebrows together. “Okay, it’s really not that bad. It’s casual, we're just having fun.”
“Are you telling her that or yourself?” Jackson interrupted.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” You held your hands up. “This is exactly why we didn’t tell anyone. We knew you’d all be judgmental and worry that I’m going to get hurt-“
“Maybe you aren’t the one we’re worried about!”
The entire table fell silent, all eyes on Sana. Including the trivia host, who’d just announced that the correct answer to the last question had been Forrest Gump.
When the chatter started to pick up again and another team was crowned the winner, you shook your head, confused.
“What do you mean? Why would you be worried about Jinyoung?”
You looked around at your friends, but nobody would meet your eyes. Jackson looked especially tortured, clearly conflicted with his loyalty to you and Jinyoung separately.
Finally, Sana sighed, relaxing back into her seat. “A few years ago, when you had gone home for your mom’s birthday, we all went out one night. The four of us, Jinyoung, and Yeri. Those two started bickering about an hour in, and Yeri ended up leaving. So Jinyoung got absolutely hammered, and we went to some shady pizza place to sober up. Before we even got our pizza, he told us how he’d liked you since middle school, but was ready to finally give up because you were obsessed with Jaebeom and you’d never see him that way. He vowed to get over you if it was the last thing he did.”
You could only blink at your friend. It all sounded… not right. How could he have liked you without your knowledge? When had he stopped liking you? It made no sense.
“But he was with Yeri then,” was all you could say.
“Yes, he was,” Jackson replied. “And he’d been texting you all night before she got pissed off and left.”
It had never, not even once, occurred to you that Jinyoung had feelings for you. Certainly not before you started having sex. You’d been friends, and he had never crossed any lines with you, even after he and Yeri broke up.
“I don’t…” you shook your head, staring down at Jinyoung’s last message.
I miss you.
“Listen, I don’t know when he stopped liking you, but this just… doesn’t seem like a good idea.” Sana reached for your hand across the table and gave it a squeeze. “Is it worth risking your friendship?”
The question had entered your mind more times than you could count in the last two months. But after a while, you’d just gotten used to it. You liked the bubble you lived in, where you could just enjoy the present without worrying about the consequences.
Your heart felt like it was going to drop into your stomach.
“If it helps,” Bambam said, placing a comforting hand on your wrist. “I was blacked out that night and had no fucking clue until just now.”
It didn’t help. You just shook your head again, reaching down between your feet for your purse. “I need to go. Sorry. I just need…”
You never finished your sentence. Jackson let you out of the booth and you rushed out of the diner, greeted by the warm summer air. You placed your hand between your ribs, willing your heart to slow its pounding.
So, he’d liked you. For a while. At least until a few years ago—while he was with Yeri. Why hadn’t he ever said anything?
Would it have mattered? You had tunnel vision for Jaebeom until this whole arrangement had begun, and you’d never seen Jinyoung in that way before that first night. You knew yourself, you would have let him down easy and continued chasing after Jaebeom.
You started to walk in the direction of your apartment. It was a long walk, but it was doable. You needed the time to clear your head.
More puzzle pieces started to fall into place the more you thought about it.
He and Jaebeom had been so close, like brothers, until you graduated high school. Then Jinyoung started getting a sour look whenever you asked about the other boy and you learned to avoid the topic.
Yeri had never liked you. It hurt your feelings the entire span of their relationship, because you couldn’t figure out why. If she knew how Jinyoung felt, or even suspected it... of course she wouldn’t like you.
As much as you wanted to believe it was all a misunderstanding, you couldn’t deny the truth staring you in the face. Jinyoung had liked you for years, and you had no idea.
You needed to figure out your own heart. You didn’t have feelings for him, you were sure of it. It was just biological—good sex messed with your head, that’s all.
And yet…
The only thing that made sense was that Jinyoung no longer felt this way about you. He’d decided to get over you, and you knew he accomplished any goal he set his mind to.
You should have felt relief, but you didn’t. You couldn’t quite identify the sadness in your heart, the utter hollowness at missing something you never knew you could’ve had.
When you finally got back to your apartment, both your mind and your feet were tired. You dragged yourself to the bathroom, wiping off your makeup and brushing your hair into a ponytail.
Maybe it was your exhaustion. Maybe you were tired, in general, of holding that barrier up. The one thing separating you from what could either be the best thing that ever happened to you, or soul crushing heartbreak.
As you crawled into bed and pulled your knees up to your chest, you finally let the wall come down and held the feeling that fell into your palms safe and close to your heart like a firefly. Just this once, you recognized the terrifying truth you’d been denying for weeks.
Requested by: @prettywordsyouleft, I hope you like this, even though, I’m sooooo sorry... I’ve made it smutty because I got carried away!!
GOT7 | M.list
There are a lot of things that you love about archery and only one that you vehemently hate. Perhaps that’s why you’ve been excelling at it ever since you first picked up a bow. As soon as you showed promising skills, your parents ensured you’d turned out to be one of the greatest. You’ve trained with the most successful archers, former Olympians... Won all the most important awards and competitions... Entered the most prestigious sports-study program on a full scholarship...
And look where all that got you… Stuck with the only thing you absolutely hate about it.
Fighting your suffocating feeling of helplessness, you kick the closest object on the floor. Whatever it is, it crosses the room in a blink, hitting a shelf full of supplies that then wobbles dangerously.
“I’d appreciate not being buried alive by dirty Football gear,” his voice cuts through the darkness and you turn to glare at him, “thank you very much.”
“Shut up Park,” your harsh reply is instantaneous, “or else...”
Yes, literally stuck with him; Park Jinyoung, an archer almost as good as you, your nemesis, your relentless competition.
Locked in a dark supply closet, connecting to the Archery team’s interior training ground. You’re dumb enough to have let the door close behind you when you knew it automatically locked from the inside. Jinyoung is even dumber for having followed minutes after; probably curious as to where you disappeared. You didn’t manage to catch the door in time before it shut, condemning you both to each other’s company. Although you two usually train late at night in the gymnasium, you always ignore and avoid the other. It’s a safety technique you’ve developed, keeps you from ending up in jail for his murder, especially since you’re armed most of the time. Unfortunately, since you train alone, there’s no way of knowing when people will notice you’re missing, even less find you in here.
“Or you’ll make me?” Jinyoung snorts in distaste, “You always had a bias for the dramatic. What more can you do? Being here with your is already Hell.”
“Ha. Ha.” You furiously wipe the sweat from your forehead. He’s right, with this bad of a company and ventilation, this supply closet certainly feels like the burning flames of Hell.
“Why are you always such an ass? It’s not like it’s my fault you followed me in here.”
There’s a long silence before Park groans, and thanks to the security light of the gymnasium, shining through the crack under the door, you see him rub his face with both hands. “I needed to borrow an armguard from here, mine’s busted!” Saying this, Jinyoung shrugs it off, throwing the garment across the room. You hear it fly by more than you see, rolling your eyes when it hits a wall.
“Whatever you say, stalker.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You think everyone is obsessed with you!” He barks, clearly unpleased by the nickname. It’s something you’ve been calling him for years. You aren’t even sure when that even started, over ten years ago probably. All you know is that suddenly, an insufferable little boy started showing up every day to practice with you, and you had to share your trainers with him. He even got in the same exclusive program as you did, on the second scholarship. Much to your despair, he followed you everywhere, like a stalker. “All the guys from the team are wrapped around your little finger. They’d do anything to get in your pants.” Even in the darkness, you see Jinyoung’s eyes narrow, spiteful. “I’m not desperate enough to settle for you.”
“Of course not, Park.” You smile, pushing his buttons despite the fact that you shouldn’t. “You’re too frigid and boring for me. I bet you’ve never even gotten into any woman’s panties.” You’re not sure why the guys crushing on you are a problem to Jinyoung, but he sure likes to rant about this whenever he has a chance. As if you’re making them fall for you on purpose. It’s not your fault you’re the only woman who made the team.
He exhales audibly in frustration; “You’re so full of yourself, y/n. I’ve never met someone as disturbed and with an ego as big as yours.”
“The feeling is mutual. Ain’t that a blessing, Park? That we found each other...”
“And contrary to popular belief, I’m not a boring virgin...” He says this out of nowhere and pauses to cough and peel his shirt from his body unsuccessfully. As soon as he lets it go, the cotton sticks to his abs all over again. The heat in here in insufferable, you’ll suffocate at this rate, and you don’t have any water. “I just don’t obsess over you or sex like the others. The WAC are all I care about.”
The World Archery Championships, the gateway to the next Olympic Summer Games. One of the reasons you’re looking forward to you two being (obviously) eligible to participate, is the idea of competing against Park. He might be training and living here, but he’ll get to represent his country; South Korea. You’ll destroy his team’s female archers; you’re way better than any competitors of your generation. Even Jinyoung can’t argue with that. It helps you train to have a goal, someone to tear down. You discovered that when you first met him.
“Good to know what you fantasize about...” You announce, giving up on any sense of pride and decency. It’s way too hot in here to remain proper. “At least you won’t ever gawk at me.” Struggling with the wet fabric, you manage to take your t-shirt off. There’s no way you’re staying here all night, marinating in your own sweat.
There’s a scoff of disbelief, loud and clear. “Are you trying to seduce me?” You freeze on your knees, finally freed from the disgusting piece of clothing. You did not expect him to assume anything like that. “I mean… People do talk a lot about you crushing on me... But I just told you I’m not interested, y/n.”
“You wish, Park.” You spit through your teeth, “I’m just melting over here.”
“Why does this feel like the plot of one of your dumb dramas?”
“Trust me. Dramas did not prepare me for this.”
“Lock two people in a blazing room, wait for them to strip and they end up…” He completes his sentence with less than appropriate hand gestures.
“Ew, I’d sooner fuck Wang than you.”
“I hear you already did.” Jinyoung almost sounds vexed, but you’re too embarrassed to look his way and confirm. Sure, you have enough confidence to sit there in your bra, but it doesn’t mean you want to hold his gaze while you’re half-naked. “I’m probably cleaner than he is.”
“Probably.” You agree with a shrug. Why does he even care? “But the major difference is; I don’t hate Wang.”
A loud silence falls between you, almost deafening in the tiny space of the sealed off storage. It stretches, and it’s after five minutes or an hour of this that Jinyoung loses his mind. You don’t know, none of you has a phone; they’re prohibited during practice.
“That’s it!” Jinyoung barks, jumping to his feet. “I’m not spending all night in here, listening to shit like this!”
You watch, unbothered as he paces back and forth, eyes glued to the vent that is pushing warm air in. What is he planning to do? Crawl in there like a spy? Suddenly, Jinyoung takes off his own training shirt, and you try not to stare. Oh shit, he’s built, you hadn’t noticed before. Nice arms and shoulders, he’s an archer after all. He even has an amazing torso. Amazing? You blink, tearing your eyes away from his honey skin. What is wrong with you, are you having a heat stroke? That is Park Jinyoung! Your worst enemy; the boy who boasted about breaking your Target Archery long standing record after he only had been training for a year!
“10 bucks say you can’t fit in there.” Despite the situation, you want to further annoy him.
You visually compare his sculpted shoulders to the metal frame of the air vent. Huh huh. No way. Jinyoung doesn’t even bother acknowledging your bet. He’s busy rummaging through the stuff on the nearest shelf, emptying the content of plastic milk crates to pile them. He still has a long way to go through, that ceiling is high.
“Come here, y/n.” He eventually requests, groaning as he pushes the shelf to make space.
You raise a brow in disbelief. “Excuse me?”
Jinyoung stands, raising his arms to the sky. “Come on, you’re right. I obviously don’t fit it there!”
“You want me to crawl into the hot air vent?” Your whole face twists in horror, the man must have truly lost his mind. “Who am I, Kim Possible?”
“Let’s spend some quality time together then… We have all the time in the world to talk things through… See where that gets us, maybe we can even become friends.” He leans against the shelf, tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, and I hope someone needs something from this storage tomorrow morning!”
Before he’s done with his sentence, you’re up next to him. “Ok, what’s the plan?”
He shakes his head, probably impressed with his own convincing skills. “This obviously runs straight over to the gym, I’ll help you get inside. If you manage to find a way out, you can unlock me. If not… We’ll just be back to square one.”
You’re skeptical when you watch him get on the wobbly pile of crates and open up the vent, but you have to admit the risk seems worth it. You’d rather be stuck in there than down here with him anyway. Careful, you accept the hand he’s offering to help you up on the fortune pyramid. Once you’ve joined him, you’re closer than you’ve ever been before. Your mouths are inches apart. It’s the first time you smell the sweat on his skin or see him like this. You feel a shiver run down your spine, something instinctive that you push aside. Before you can wrap your head around this effect he seems to have on you, Jinyoung’s hands are on your hips. He hoists you up, using his bent knee as a step. Your legs stick to his damp chest, and he looks up expectantly. You’re glad it’s too dark for him to read your expression because he’d never let you live if he saw. You just discovered you find him attractive, and the whole situation is… Perhaps that’s because of what he said earlier about dramas, but…
“This is beginning to feel more like a torrid porno than a drama.”
You regret the joke as soon as you say it. His eyes go dark. “Good to know what you fantasize about... But I’m just trying to get us out of here.” You inhale sharply at his reply, brought back to reality. “Help me a bit, y/n,” Jinyoung asks, voice even more tensed, “with your arms...”
Slightly out of it, you take your hands off his shoulders like he’s ardent. They treacherously found that support by reflex, to keep your balance when he grabbed you. Shit. Obeying, you reach for the metal frame to pull as he lifts. Faster than you expected, and with much ease, you find your way to the ceiling. Boy must have been working out.
“Can you m-make it?” He grunts distractingly under you. Why are you even finding that sound sexy now? You really need to get out of this damn closet, or else...
“Yes, I think I… Let me just…” Arms first, you twist your way through the entrance of the vent. It’s scorching, hotter than you expected, and dark as night. Once you’ve managed to get your chest inside, you feel his hands slide on your thighs, almost on your-
“Park!” You shout into the echoing metal and he stops.
“Something wrong? You’re halfway in.”
Your mouth opens in awe, understanding he doesn’t care what he’s touching at all. Jinyoung might as well be frigid for real; you’re the only one affected apparently. He resumes pushing, fingers digging the back of your thighs, probably marking them. With his help, you worm your way inside, managing to win a few inches by twisting and wiggling. Trying not to think of his hands on you like that… It is way harder than you expected, even if you’re inside a disgusting enclosed space. What a sight this must be for him, your ass dangling like that.
“Shit.” You hear his muffled curse and freezes. Park Jinyoung never swears.
“W-What?” Sweat is dripping from your face, falling in the burning metal. If you stay here longer, you’ll roast like a chicken on a grill.
“Hum, I don’t think your as… Your h-hips aren’t gonna make it.”
“What? No! Push!” Squirming with a renewed fervour, you feel him directly press on your ass cheeks this time. Unfortunately, he’s right. Although you try your best, the metal frame only digs your hips dolorously. You give up after a minute; you’re completely wet by then. The air in there is barely breathable, and both the physical effort and the idea of his close proximity have drained you. “Get me out.”
There’s nothing, no answer.
“Get me out, please!”
Your eyes round in horror, panic rising. Surely he wouldn’t abandon you like that… Wiggling, you try to back away, but you lack the support and strength to escape this Hell.
“... Park?” Your voice is nothing but a miserable whimper this time. You lay there, inert, halfway through the burning air vent. That’s the single stupidest thing you’ve ever done; trust him. “Jinyoung!” Your tone is shakier than you’d wish, but his muted answer finally comes.
“I was considering…” He clears his throat, clearly embarrassed by something. “What if you took your shorts off? I think the-”
“Please, get me out! It burns!” You beg, unable to tell if he’s joking. By this point, your naked skin is painfully sticking to the metal. It was the worst idea. You start to cry, tears stinging your eyes. “Jinyoung, please-”
“Ok ok! I got you!” His hands are back on your thighs, pulling you to him.
You back out as fast as you can, skin marking even if you’re careful not to get stuck and burned. It takes double the time as it took to get in. When you finally exit, your panic causes you both to fall off the pile of crates. Your breathing is erratic as you sit, back on the floor of the closet. You’ll be covered in bruises tomorrow, but at least you’ve made it out. You don’t even realize Jinyoung is the one who absorbed most of the drop. Running your hands over the wet hair that has escaped your ponytail, you try to calm down unsuccessfully. You thought you were going to suffocate in there.
“Hey, are you alright?” Jinyoung manages to sit. He winces, hands catching your forearm to better see one of the red marks in the dim lighting. “I didn’t consider how hot it’d be.”
“I- I- I t-thought,” you pant, half-hyperventilating, half-weeping. “You l-left me!”
Jinyoung’s face falls, almond eyes rounding. “I’d never, y/n…” He cups your cheeks, wiping your tears and sweat with his thumbs. “I didn’t think you’d get hurt.” He keeps stroking you, and you let him do it, forgetting for a brief moment that you hate him. Your breathing begins to slow down, matching his. “I’m so sorry it was a bad idea, but I’d never do this on purpose. Ever. Why would you even think that?”
“You h-hate me.” You whine and he scoffs, breath ghosting over your face.
“Whom would I fight with if you weren’t there?” Jinyoung chuckles still holding you like he’s also forgotten he’s not supposed to. You blink, unable to comprehend his words. You’ve known him for years; you’ve been playing this game for a long time. You know the rules. Trying to tear away, but he follows. Really, what’s with you and him tonight? You whine ever so slightly and the corner of his pout jiggles. “If this was a drama… That’s when I’d kiss you.” After this, he coolly sits back, leaning on his open palms and making his forearms flex. You stay there frozen still, in a daze. What was that?
Annoyed, to be this affected, you turn to hit his arm roughly. “What’s with you and all these drama ref-” Jinyoung’s mouth muffles the rest of your scolding.
He’s kissing you.
Park Jinyoung is kissing you, and you should fight back… Unfortunately, the only thing you do at the moment is laying on the floor, tugging at his neck for him to remain over you. Wow, that’s not what he expected. Jinyoung follows, apparently not minding your sweaty state and poor presentation. You’re not doing any better, fingers digging the muscles of his shoulders. You had no idea he was this sexy all along; it feels like you should’ve been made aware of this. If you had, perhaps you wouldn’t have been as surprised and overwhelmed tonight. You wouldn’t be giving in to this crazy urge of having him all over. Jinyoung’s mouth opens yours and your tongues meet messily. None of you cares or wants to retake control of the situation, you’re just going at it. Making the best of a shitty night. His left hand is between your head and the floor; the other one is caressing down your belly gently.
“I thought you weren’t interested...” Managing to get the words out, you feel his breath on your cheek when he chuckles.
“Just this once, just now.” He replies, nose nudging yours. “I thought you hated me.”
“I still do.” Your nails trace his spine, leaving a scratch behind. He rolls your lower lip between his teeth, straight up challenging. His mouth drops to your jaw, exploring down on your neck. You shut your eyes, feeling his teeth graze your collarbone. “Jesus.” Curving against his chest, you hush, and he hums on your skin, pleased by the reaction. Jinyoung’s hand drops from your stomach to your hip, then to your thigh and ass. It stays there, holding on tightly. That’s your cue to reach for a t-shirt that was abandoned on the floor earlier, using it as a fortune pillow. When he offers you a quizzical look, you smirk. “Who knows how long we’ll be here… Might as well make us comfortable. Oh, and tell me... What do we do to kill time, now that your escape plan has failed?”
His erection is already pressed on your thigh through his shorts, and there are goosebumps all over your body. You hate to admit, but you’re so turned on you want to take this further, and you hope he’s on the same page.
Nothing could have prepared you to his burning look right then. “I have a few ideas...” He says, clicking his tongue. Before you can question anything, his mouth is trailing down your body with an obvious end goal. He kisses your belly button and pauses there, thumbs hooked into the waistband of your stretchy gym shorts. “If that’s fine by you,” Jinyoung adds in a business-like manner. Count on him to be so formal even when he’s unmistakably proposing to eat you out.
Your hands are already in your hair to hold on to something, and you nod, gaze crazy. He smirks, tugging your clothes down. As soon as you’re exposed, his mouth resumes. You should probably be more embarrassed by this weird intimacy. You feel sweaty and disgusting, but Jinyoung doesn’t seem to mind so you quickly forget all about it. He grips your thighs to allow himself access. You arch, waiting for his touch, and he dodges your sex at the last second.
“Shit.” You swear when he keeps going down with his butterfly kisses, a chuckle shaking his shoulders. Jinyoung was never one to ruin an opportunity by shooting too soon, and apparently, he’s going to be the same when it comes to this. His lips are damp and soft, brushing all over the inner sensitive part of your thighs. Fuck, you’re already so ready. “J-Jinyoung…” You purr, wiggling under him for mercy.
“Shit.” He seems to agree by echo, words muted by your skin. Leisurely, he comes closer to your sex again, like he’s got all the time in the world. He’s one Hell of a tease. Although you're not sure when you’ll get rescued, you’re pretty certain you’ll be dead by morning if he keeps this up. “You’re so pretty.” It’s so unexpected that you don’t know what to reply, so you don’t. Jinyoung presses the most infuriating kiss on your mons, making you tremble under him. Bringing his right hand under your ass, he spreads your labia, observing intently.
“Jesus fucking Christ Park…” You whine, done with his antics. “Are you doing this just to make me hate you more?”
“But that’s my favourite part, y/n… Making you angry.” He smiles, smearing your arousal with his thumb. It’s clear he’s a little shit, even in bed. “I usually like to take it slow… But not you, no... You’re always doing things too fast. I bet you could already take my cock... Do you think you could?”
Ok, again, not what you expected from someone as buttoned-down as him. Your mouth remains ajar as you moan in reply, hips rising in hopes of pressing closer to his thumb. If you thought he was hot earlier, it was nothing; right now he’s the sexiest man ever. He has all the power, and you gladly let him have it for once. You want him too much to fight. Jinyoung eyes go dark once more, and he licks his lips. He lowers himself, but instead of pleasuring you, he takes his time to lick his own finger clean.
“No arguing? Since where are you this horny for me?” Are you supposed to play along, is dirty talk his thing? How unexpected. It’s a fun new game. “I would have fucked you sooner if I knew.”
His words make your core clench on nothing. “Since you took off your shirt...” You’re a fast learner. “I’ve been dripping wet.”
“Locked in here with me...” Jinyoung sighs, gaze dropping to your glistening sex. “You said it felt like a torrid porno.” A sweat droplet falls between your breasts. “Those words coming out of your mouth… I’ve been hard since then.”
“Jinyoung.” You sing in awe, suppressing a shiver. You had no idea.
At his name, he decides he’s done enough teasing for now. He obliges after an eternity, licking up your slit. You gasp and he ends by pressing a kiss on your clit before doing it again. Shit. He repeats the gesture, tasting your juices one last time before concentrating on your bud. His tongue flattens, swirling and nudging your clit. It’s not long until he finds the perfect motion that has you jolting against his face. “F-Fuck!” You cry, not bothering to remain quiet when there’s no one to hear. He’s amazing. Shit, ‘not a boring virgin’ he said.
Running his fingers on your sex, Jinyoung smears your wetness until they’re soaked. Then slowly, he inserts one of them inside you to help his task. He doesn’t falter, obviously almost as heavily turned on as you by all this. Adding another finger, he keeps going, sucking more and more harshly until you’re practically dancing under him. The sounds filling the storage are filthy, but can’t find it in you to mind. You’re seeing stars, enjoying every single second as he eats you out. Jinyoung lasts longer than any guy ever, waiting diligently to build you up. He’s determined to show you he’s the best at everything, not just archery. This moment stretches out until you’re spent and clenching uncontrollably. He accelerates; not changing anything. He’s aware you can’t handle it for much longer and that it’s repetition that’s getting you off. Soon, your eyes roll into your head. You cry out his name as you come, thighs clenching around him. Your hips rise against his face one last time, and he sees you through your orgasm. Holding you until you’re done and clean before finally pulling away from your sex.
Afterwards, you stay on the ground, panting, heartbeat deafening in your ears. You can’t believe you just came that hard on Park Jinyoung’s face. Jesus Christ. Shouldn’t you feel embarrassed? There’s no real reason to though, not when he’s the one who ate you this diligently in the first place. He clearly wanted it, asked. Unaware of your awkward train of thoughts, Jinyoung lies beside you, exhausted but still very smug of accomplishment.
“That was…” You begin shyly, but trail off. “I’ve never… With someone...” He rolls to kiss your shoulder, and h hard-on brushes you.
“Perfect.” Jinyoung simply replies, getting it, he’s even more pleased with himself. You turn to face him on the ground, breathing slowing down. Pecking his chin, you wrap your arm around his waist to pull him closer. You had forgotten where you were; in the gym’s dirty storage.
“Only many hours left ‘til morning...”
“Mmm…” He doesn’t pull away when your hand slip in his training shorts. “Due to an unfortunate incident, my schedule’s cleared tonight.”
“What are you saying, Park?” Tracing the outline of the strain in his briefs, you raise an eyebrow.
“I’m saying… I’m not too busy to make you come a few more times.” Jesus. He blinks, pulling you closer to add in your ear; “I’ve actually dreamt of having you like this for a long time.”
“Really?” You exhale, out of it. That’s impossible, you’d know.
“Sure. Every time the guys are around, you turn the charm on, but when we’re all alone...” The rest of his sentence is up in the air, but you get what he means. Jinyoung plops himself up on an elbow to read your reaction. “You never once wondered about what I think of your slutty training outfits? Then tonight you go and take your top off like I’m not in here. You’re always so mean to me, forgetting I’m a man too. ”
You cross the last barrier of fabric between him and your hand, smirking. Again, you had no idea he thought of you that way. Jinyoung immediately twitches in your palm, cock swelling even more at the skin-to-skin contact. He’s larger than you expected. “How am I doing now?” You coo, snuggling in his neck as you stroke him.
“Better.” He admits, almost inaudible. Your hand tightens around his length and Jinyoung grunts. “Mean. I think I’ll have to fuck you hard a few times, teach you some respect.” With that, he rises above you and you laugh, helping to get rid of his shorts and underwear. When he’s freed Jinyoung lies between your legs, cock directly on your swollen cunt.
You gulp, toes curling tightly from expectations. “How do those dreams usually go?”
Jinyoung’s jaw clenches in concentration and he rocks his hips, rubbing himself on your wetness. He breathes out haltingly, “Sometimes, you’re just bent over a chair at a championship, and I fuck you while everyone’s in the room.”
“O-Oh!” Your eyes automatically shut when his tip brushes your clit.
“But more often, it’s like this; all sweaty after practice, no one else at the training ground…” His voice is strained, and you totally relate. Eager to feel him inside you already, you align him to your core. You can’t bear to hear shit like this anymore.
He doesn’t seem to mind the guidance. Almost instantly, he begins to push in. His head enters you slowly, and you spread your legs wider. You need him deeper, want him to fill you. Your tightened walls stretch around his cock until he’s inside you, throbbing. Jinyoung lets out a weird sound, almost breaking. He’s a lot less talkative now. Using your hands on his hips, you force him back and then forward, the friction nearly making you lose your mind.
“Shit.” Jinyoung breathes out, unstable.
“Shit,” you confirm, word morphing into a groan when he moves again. He’s tougher this time, fingers digging your right thigh firmly.
He slides into you with ease, your core more than ready for his cock. Jinyoung finds a fast rhythm hitting you hard every time. You can’t believe how good it feels; letting him have his way with you like that. He thrusts powerfully for a moment before pulling out, much to your displeasure.
“On all fours.” At his order, you hurry to flip while he observes, pumping his dick with your juices.
He’s back between your legs at once, spreading them with his own. Not wasting any second, he positions himself at your entrance. You fall on your forearms when he pushes back in, eyes rounding in ecstasy. He’s closer than before, cock fitting your core so perfectly you cry out. Shit. Jinyoung repeats his thrust, and you swear loudly, making him chuckle.
Again. Again.
He grabs your ass, sinking himself deeper, and with way more urgency. His balls hit you with every grind forward. Unforgiving, he keeps going until you’re on the very edge again, gasping. You arch even more, and when his hips meet your ass this time, you almost break. He hits something up your core that’s so intense it hurts of the greatest pain.
Again. Again.
You’re a mess, knees and ass burning, but you don’t want him to stop. You beg him to keep going and he does. Making sure to fuck you like no one has ever. Covered in perspiration, Jinyoung’s not holding back much better than you. He’s unsure if he’ll be able to keep pace much longer.
“C-Come!” Jinyoung requests with authority, and you whimper under him. “Come for me, baby!”
As though his command is magical, you break apart; tightening and convulsing around him. He pulls out before being overwhelmed, letting you ride off your second orgasm on your own. It’s just in time because he comes right away too. Spilling on your ass with a shudder, unable to contain himself anymore. You don’t even seem to notice, head still in the clouds. He wipes off his mess with his briefs; not bothering to think about what he’ll wear later. Falling on the ground before him, you’re breathless and obviously completely satisfied.
This escapade will not help with his bravado when you’re back to reality. Jinyoung lies next to you, one of his arms under his head and the other one on your back. It’s as though he can’t stop touching you just yet. You are still too high to be self-aware and remember what you two are outside this storage. The silence that fills the air is nothing like earlier, relaxed and comfortable. It coexists with your breathing slowing down, yours and his almost synchronized.
It takes a long time for you to break it, unable to keep your train of thoughts to yourself. “What a plot twist to the drama.” Staring at the dark ceiling, you miss the smug smile on Jinyoung’s lips.
“What is?” He asks, absentmindedly rubbing circles on the curve of your back to break the droplets of sweat accumulating there.
“Us,” you reply after a heartbeat, “this.”
He snorts, “This isn’t a plot twist at all. Everyone saw it coming but you.”
Raising on an elbow to observe him, you frown in confusion; “Really?”
“Sure.” Jinyoung is smiling dumbly, an expression you have never seen him before. “What did you think all that sexual tension was going to amount for?”
You think for a moment. “Murder.”
He straight up laughs, loud and clear. “Jeez y/n. How can you be so dense...”
“Shuddup,” groaning, you nudge him and he catches your hand, “I hate you.” You both stare at your linked hands, not needing words to express your true feelings at the moment. “How many hours do you think we have before morning?”
When you ask this, he turns to stare at you in disbelief. “Probably enough for us to die of dehydration if we keep this up...”
Smirking, you lower yourself for a kiss. “I dunno,” you murmur against his lips, “it’d sure be a sweet death...” Laughing quietly, Jinyoung pulls you over him.
You have no idea how long you’ll remain locked in this storage… But you’re certain you’ll use the time you have left wisely from now on.
As a writer who sets myself schedules and then places pressure on myself to commit to it, I understand the frustration you feel for not getting your story out on time. However, as a person who has had to learn about limits, I commend you for realising you needed to allow this story more time. Rest well, recharge and then share your story. Your followers will appreciate it when you post it! We often forget that sharing our stories here is done out of our own time, our own passion and our own free will. We aren't contracted or obligated by anyone aside from ourselves to do it. I hope you can give yourself some grace over this. 😊
chelle!!!!! thank you so so much for taking the time to send this ask. i watch you and your posting schedule and i admire it so so much. what you do is amazing and totally out of my league. so i literally watch in awe. and indeed, i think it’s really easy to forget we do this for ourselves and no one else. but even then, in some cases, frustration is kinda inevitable. even if it’s not about others, but us. really, i cant thank you enough for this. it gave me a lot of easiness. you’re amazing, thanks again 💛🌻
Trying out my new Ohuhu alcohol markers. I decided to start drawing the members of GOT7. This is what I have drawn so far. I hope you all like them too.
Saw your tags on the Suho post and 100% agree. I truly wish we weren't bombarded with thirst commentary as often on posts as we are. I just want to scroll without having to see/read what others wish to do to idols/people in general. I'm getting real tired of it, admittedly.
i’m just trying to write fanfiction here!!!! emphasis on fiction. i write almost solely AU fics because i would much prefer to create a character based on what we know of an idol rather than write about the idol - the actual person. i mean, if it were me, and i came on the internet and saw some strangers talking about things they’d like to do to me sexually... 😅
chelle, you're one of my favourite writers! i always get so invested in your writing because it's so well written with such nice plots. i hope you continue to enjoy writing and that the days to come will always be filled with happiness and joy! never forget that if a bad day comes, there will always come a better day to save you! ♡
