closed doors. (m)
pairing: meandom!mark + afab!reader
words: 5k+
summary: when your brother asks if a friend can stay in your spare bedroom, you donât expect mark lee to show up on your doorstep.
genre: smut
warnings: mark is very mean, reader has slept around, oral sex, messy pussy eating, facefucking, degradation, creampie, squirting
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drive me crazy || mark lee
PAIRING: fratboy!mark x afab!reader
WORD COUNT: 3.4k
SUMMARY: you tell your boyfriend to keep it in his pants until your exams end, but when you come to his frat party looking so fucking pretty, he finds himself incapable of keeping his promise.
GENRE(S): smut & fluff <3
WARNINGS: unprotected sex, use of petnames, oral (male receiving), fingering, praise, very mild degradation, use of the word âdumbâ but in a praising way?, mark is horny throughout the entire fic
NOTE: horny mark is my favourite mark <3 minors dni
It is no surprise to anyone on campus that Mark Lee has a high sex drive.
He is, quite literally, always horny, and you fucking love it. Why wouldnât you?
You love having his hands on you, grabbing every bit of skin they can find when he makes out with you, bending you over every flat surface currently available. You love all of that, but you absolutely hate what a distraction that trait of his is when youâre currently trying to study for an upcoming exam at the school library.
âMark, please just focus?â
âBut I am focused, baby,â He pouts. âFocused on getting out of here so we can make out on my couch.â
You sigh deeply, turning your attention to your history book and ignoring Mark's hand that goes up to grab at your lower thigh. One would've thought you'd get used to the feeling of his fingers against your bare skin, but you can't help shivering a little under his touch as he slowly brings his hand higher, slipping under your skirt.
âMark, stop,â You tell him, moving his hand to your knee instead.
âBut you look so pretty,â You can feel him rest his chin on your shoulder, hot breath hitting your neck as he speaks. âCome on, you've studied long enough.â
You suck in a breath as his lips fan over your earlobe, before he moves down to kiss your jaw softly. His tongue runs over your jawline until it's directly under your ear, and only then does he disconnect his lips from your sensitive skin.
âWeâve been here for ten minutes, Mark,â You whisper faintly.
Dragging his nose down your throat he kisses you again, this time showing attention to your neck. You moan quietly as he bites down on your flesh and sucks on it, his hand grabbing at your upper thigh. He's quick to have his tongue swirl over your flesh to soothe the place he's just marked, before moving to whisper in your ear again.
âYou see? That's plenty of time.â
Before you can even react, he's pulling you into his lap, hands resting on your hips. You bite your lip at the feeling of his clothed cock brushing over the thin fabric of your panties, creating just the tiniest bit of friction. Rutting his hips upwards just a little, Mark smiles up at you with a seemingly innocent expression, smirking in triumph as you grab hold of his shoulders and let out a soft hiss.
âMarkie, I need to study,â You whimper, not making any particular effort to get off of him as he nibbles on your neck again, rolling his hips into yours.
âBut I need you,â He says against your collarbone, hands slipping under your shirt. âGonna fuck you so good if you let me, babe.â
If youâre completely honest, his words and touches are becoming very hard to resist with the way his fingers are tracing circles on your back and heâs sucking marks into your skin, your panties soaking through faster with every little movement of his hips. He knows exactly what heâs doing, too, you can feel him smile into your skin when you let out a small whimper as he lightly runs his finger over your inner thigh. It would be so easy to just give in and let him have his way with you.
But this exam is important, so you manage to find the inner strength to push him away from you and get off of his lap to gather your things, deciding to study at your dorm instead so that youâd finally get peace to concentrate.
âSeriously?â You can hear Mark whine as you get up. âYouâre just gonna leave me turned on in the middle of the library?â
âSeriously,â You say with an apologetic smile as he stands up, too, pulling you into a tight embrace. âI really need to get this done, Markie, and after that, you can do whatever you want to me.â
âYou drive me crazy, you know?â He groans against your cheek, pressing his hardened cock against your thigh and you hum in response. âAbsolutely crazy.â
âMark, would you please stop eye-fucking Y/N? It's disgusting,â Haechan grumbles at the lunch table, staring daggers into a seemingly unfazed Mark, whose food lies untouched and eyes are glued to you â on the other side of the cafeteria, reading a book as you eat.
He canât help but notice how your shirt has slid down a little, revealing enough of your cleavage to make his mouth water and his dick to grow half-hard again. Itâs really frustrating, the effect you have on him. Especially now, that heâs promised to leave you alone until exams are over. He kind of understands your decision, but also not, because how would him having his way with you change the outcome of your tests?
But, as he comes to think of it, it is kind of time-consuming to make out between each class and fuck every chance you get at being alone.
âYeah, you're looking at her as if she's your next meal or something,â Johnny adds jokingly.
âI wish,â Mark sighs in response, burying his face in his hands. âIâm not supposed to distract her before exams, which means zero touching.â
âAw, Mark won't be getting his dick wet today,â His friend coos, earning a smack on the head from Mark. Easy for them to joke about, they don't have to go through the hell that he's going through right now.
âAnyway, don't fret too much, bro,â Haechan says. âJaehyunâs throwing a party this weekend, and we both know you and Y/N can't keep your hands off each other at those.â
To your defense, it's very hard to keep your hands off of someone who doesn't keep his hands off of you. And someone who looks like Mark does, with big eyes and a pretty smile as he kisses you fervently, the rest of the party drowning in the background. If there is anything Mark is excited about right now, itâs exactly that.
Frat parties aren't really your thing. They're loud, messy and it reeks of alcohol everywhere. Still, you always go, for the sake of spending time with Mark. But right now, he's nowhere to be seen, and you're growing impatient, especially since you haven't talked with him for three days because of your exams. He was complaining so much about not being able to spend time with you and now he's not even here?
âBoo,â Youâre about to go get another drink when you hear a familiar voice behind you, and as you turn around, you're met with the sight of your boyfriend in a button up shirt, and a smirk adorning his features. âDid you miss me?â
You smile as he puts his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. âWhy do you think I showed up to this stupid party? I wonât be here long, anyway, since I have a chemistry exam tomorrow.â
Mark hums inattentively, pupils dilated as he admires you. He turns his head to the side so he can rest his nose against your jaw, hot breath fanning over your neck as he kisses it. Bringing his hand to your chin, he tilts it to the left so that he can connect his lips to yours, eliciting a moan from you as his tongue slides over your lower lip. He takes the opportunity to slip it inside your mouth, entangling his fingers in your hair and pulling at it slightly.
âBut you look so pretty,â He says against your lips, opening his eyes to look at you with a gaze that surely wouldâve made your knees buckle if he werenât holding you in his arms. âItâd be a waste if you left without at least helping me out.â
He purposefully rolls his hips against your lightly, and it makes you look down on the visible bulge in his pants, biting your lip because you can feel your own panties getting damp. You run your hand over his cock experimentally only to elicit a low moan from his mouth, and heâs quick to let his head fall down on your shoulder as he ruts his hips into your hand. You canât bring yourself to protest as he slips his hand under your shirt and bra, fingers grazing your hardened nipple while he sloppily kisses your jaw. Heâs not holding back his moans, and theyâre so pretty that you can feel yourself clenching around nothing but air, body craving more of him.
âMarkieâŠâ You whine softly as he rests his knee between your legs, rubbing it against your clothed pussy.
âMmm?â
The way he hums against your skin sends shivers down your spine, and you feel a little lightheaded from how heâs pushing you against the wall with his leg that youâve subconsciously started brushing your pussy across to create some friction.
âCan we please go upstairs?â
âLook at you, all needy,â He coos, smiling as you moan into the kiss when he squeezes one of your tits softly. âDonât you have to study for your exam?â
âScrew the exam,â You say against his mouth. âI want you.â
And you know he wants you, too, when he grabs the hand youâre resting against his crotch, whimpering softly when you palm him through his pants, before he pulls at it in motion for you to follow him. You canât help but feel a throb in your pussy at how fucked out he already looks â eyes open wide and pupils dilated, a sheepish smile adorning his pretty lips as he leads you up the stairs, and into his room that youâve been in countless times.
The music outside is hushed now, muffled by the walls of his dorm, and it feels so much better like this, because you have Mark to yourself. Heâs only here for you to see, only for you to kiss and touch. You watch as he closes the door, turning to you and letting his hungry gaze rest on your lips for a moment before he dives in, kissing you roughly with his hands cupping your cheeks. He tastes so sweet and it makes you realize just how much youâve missed this feeling.
âYou look pretty as fuck like this, you know?â He says as he pulls away from you, licking your saliva off his lips, the action making you press your thighs together in an attempt at relieving yourself from the heat between your legs.
The act doesnât go unnoticed by Mark, and heâs quick to sit down on his bed, guiding you to sit on his lap. You whimper as he brings a hand between your legs, fingers playing with the hem of your panties for a while, teasing you, before he easily slides the underwear off of your legs. Gasping a little at the cold air hitting your cunt, you throw your head back when he runs one of his fingers through your folds.
âShit, youâre fucking dripping,â He outright moans into your mouth, one of his fingers entering you with ease, stretching you out. It doesnât take long before heâs adding another one, all just to hear your whines that grow louder with every wet kiss he places on your neck.
Soft moans escape past your lips at the feeling of finally being filled up, but itâs not enough, you need more of him, so you make an effort to move up and down on his fingers. You bite your lip when he curls his digits inside of you so you clench around him, yet not moving them at all. He knows exactly what heâs doing, providing you with just enough pleasure to make you crave more of it. But his teasing is cut short when he manages to get rid of your shirt and bra, leaving your tits on display for him.
âHave I told you that you drive me crazy?â He asks, one of his hands wrapping itself around your breast while the other starts slowly pumping his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. The sound of his digits moving inside of you fill the room together with the moans you let out when his tongue swirls over your collarbone, teeth biting at your skin and sucking marks into it.
You keep clenching and unclenching around his fingers as he drives them into you faster, scissoring you open and letting your juices drip onto his skin. The grip youâve got on his shoulders tightens with every movement, your thighs starting to shake when he brings the palm of his hand to rub your clit in circles. You let out a shaky moan, feeling the knot in your lower stomach tighten and you start fucking yourself on his digits again, desperately chasing your own high. Mark only smiles at your actions, his fingers hitting your g-spot as he curls them inside of you.
âMarkieâŠâ You purr in his ear and you can feel how the bulge in his pants grows at the nickname, pressing against your thigh. âGonna cum.â
âYeah? Youâre gonna cum all over my fingers?â
You nod your head furiously, letting yourself go and your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you cum, thighs shaking and loud moans spilling past your lips. A groan leaves Markâs mouth as he pulls his digits out of you, your eyes snapping open at the feeling and you watch as he brings his fingers to his lips, licking your juices off of them â the sight enough to make a throb form itself between your legs again.
Unintentionally, your hand brushes over Markâs crotch as you adjust yourself in his lap, the contact eliciting a whimper from his mouth and in response you smile, running your fingers over his clothed cock teasingly before palming him through his jeans. Enjoying the low moans he lets out, you continue rubbing against him, attaching your lips to his neck to leave a couple marks.
âFuck, babe,â He groans when you pull away, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek and running a finger over your lower lip. âYouâre so hot. Letâs put that pretty mouth of yours to use, yeah?â
Nodding, you slide off of his lap to kneel on the ground in front of him, your hands unzipping his jeans and tugging his boxers down enough for his cock to spring free. You canât even hide the way your mouth waters at the sight, your pussy clenching around nothing for the nth time today. Experimentally licking his tip first, you can see him biting his lip, admiring you from above as you slowly but surely work to take his cock into your mouth.
You can hear Mark sigh as you wrap your hand around his base where your mouth canât reach, his hand going to cup your hollowed cheek. A loud groan leaves his mouth when you take him further down your throat, his cock twitching in your mouth when he feels himself through the skin on your cheek.
âFuck, youâre doing so well.â
His fingers pull at your hair when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, eliciting a moan from your mouth that sends vibrations throughout Markâs body, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Drunk on the pretty sounds that he lets out, you speed up your movements, making sure to touch the tip of his dick with your tongue once in a while, swirling and sucking his sensitive skin â all just to hear him praise you.
âAh, baby, fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth,â He says, the praise shooting straight to your pussy and making you let out a muffled whimper, the urge to fuck yourself on his cock instead strong.
Instead, you take him even deeper, the small buck of his hips making tears prickle your eyes as he continues caressing your cheek until he finally reaches his orgasm. His cock twitches in your mouth as he cums, spilling his seed inside of you and you proudly swallow it, smiling at the way Markâs eyes go wide at the sight.
âShit, thatâs so hot,â He groans, hands on your body the moment you stand up, pulling you into his lap again. You feel his fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling your hand down to brush over his cock. âLook what you do to me, babe, Iâm already hard again.â
You let out a moan when his hands move to your hips, pushing them down to meet his, the very tip of his cock grazing your clit. Originally, youâd wanted to tease him a little, but your plan is cut short when he digs his fingers into your skin, pushing you down on him slowly. Markâs grip on your waist tightens as you finally sink down on his cock, the feeling of your walls sucking him in making him groan into your ear, biting down on your earlobe.
An experimental thrust of his hips is enough to make you moan his name, pussy clenching around him already and urging him to continue. And he does, pushing your hips down on his while he thrusts upwards, cock hitting the spot that makes your toes curl in pleasure. You let out a moan at the feeling of being filled up like that, his cock buried deep enough inside of you to make you feel lightheaded, pussy repeatedly clenching around him with every movement.
âShit,â Mark groans as you tighten around his length. âDo that again.â
His moans mix with yours when you do as he asks, feeling every vein on his cock. When your thighs start burning from the way youâre bouncing on his cock, drunk on the way you feel full when you sink down on him, he helps you move, hands pushing you down repeatedly until youâre practically a whining mess, your juices leaking onto his cock. The knot in your stomach begins to tighten, every deep thrust of his making you see stars.
The way heâs forcing you down on his dick allows him to go even deeper, and you swear you can feel him in your stomach. You let your mouth fall open when he brings the palm of his hand to brush over your clit in rhythm with how youâre fucking yourself on his cock, the pleasure almost too much for you to handle and you grab at his hand to slow down his movements. But Mark only smiles condescendingly, enjoying the way you let out shaky moans as he brings you closer to the edge.
âGod, I love how you always act all smart and then, when weâre alone, you let me fuck you dumb.â
He smiles against your jaw when he feels you clench around him in response to his words.
âYeah, you like that? Like when I call you my dumb little slut?â
âMarkie, itâs too muchâŠâ You whine, yet you donât make any particular effort to stop getting yourself off on his cock. On the contrary, you pull him closer to you as you find yourself on the verge of reaching your high. âShit, Iâm gonna cum.â
âFuck, me tooâ He breathes into your ear, cock twitching inside of you as he grabs your waist tighter. âWhere do you want it?â
âInside,â You donât even hesitate. âPlease, I want you to fill me up with your cum, Markie.â
âShit, okay.â
Burying your head in the crook of his neck, you moan loudly, arms wrapped around his neck as you both reach your long awaited orgasms. His cock twitches inside of you again, before you feel him shoot his cum deep into your pussy, hips still bucking upwards as he groans into your ear. Your thighs are burning from the way youâve been bouncing on his cock and itâs pretty much only because of the way that Mark is helping you move that you manage to ride out your high.
Itâs not before youâve both caught your breath that Mark pulls out of you, the feeling of being empty making you whine quietly as he helps you lie down beside him. He interlaces his fingers with yours as he reaches for your hand, pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles.
âIâm so fucking in love with you, you know that?â
âYeah,â You say with a smile. âAnd Iâm in love with you.â
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[7:51 PM]
thinking about besties jungkook and mingyu who are always there for you. who treat you so sweetly every time you see them. who always give you anything you ask for with the prettiest smiles on their faces. who act like their entire world revolves around you. who would do absolutely anything to have you in the way that they desire.
itâs not unusual for you to go over to mingyu and jungkookâs apartment after you go on a date. in fact, itâs more like a tradition at this point. what you fail to notice is that thereâs something different about your usual protocol this time. maybe itâs because youâre still feeling giddy that for the first time in a long time, your date hadnât been terrible. your two friends take notice of this immediately, and frankly, they donât like it.
actually, they hate it.
âwhen are you going to let us meet him?â mingyu demands as jungkook cuddles into your side.
âuhââ youâre momentarily distracted by how your friend in nuzzling his face into your neck and tugging you closer so youâre practically on his lap. it takes you an embarrassing amount of time to finally look up at mingyu from where heâs standing and actually answer him.
âi think itâs too soon for us to meet each otherâs friendsââ
âbut baby.â jungkook looks at you with his shimmering eyes that always make you weak. âhow else will we know if heâs the right guy for you?â
youâre not sure how the sexual tension between the three of you got to this point, but it hardly matters anymore. all you can focus on now is how good it feels to have mingyuâs thick cock inside you while jungkook laps at your cunt. theyâre both so eager in their movements, moaning and grunting like they finally received sweet relief.
âfuck,â jungkook groans as his tongue circles your throbbing clit. âlook at you. dripping all over that cock like you canât get enough.â
you can only let out a fucked out moan when mingyuâs thrusts start to get sharper and faster. his big hands are cupping your tits as his mouth licks and suck on your neck. it feels like youâre trapped in some blissful dream, but the way jungkook is keeping your spread open as mingyu fucks his cock into you reminds you that this is all too real.
âyou like it that much, baby?â mingyu coos into your ear through a deep groan. âcanât get enough of this cock?â
you hear both men groan almost animalisticly when you cream all over mingyuâs cock with a loud moan. jungkook is quick to lick up all your release with a vigor that has you crying out his name. thereâs a hunger in his eyes as he looks up at you that makes you clamp down on mingyuâs cock.
âgyu! want your cum!â you moan as they continue to pleasure you through your orgasm.
as always, your wish is their command. it only takes a few more pumps for mingyu to shoot his hot cum inside you, effectively painting every inch of your walls with his seed.
but theyâre not done with you.
soon you find yourself licking the mixed releases off mingyuâs cock while jungkook pounds into you from behind. his thick dick is splitting you open so deliciously that all you can moan and whine around mingyuâs aching cock. jungkook grips your ass and spreads your cheeks to see how your tight cunt grips him and stains his cock with your cream.
âif you keep squeezing me like that, iâll have to make a mess out of your little pussy.â jungkook groans as his hips start to snap, driving his cock deeper into you until itâs hitting your sweet spot. âfuck. thatâs what you want isnât it, baby? want me to stuff you full of my cum?â
you moan again and nod, slobbering all over mingyuâs throbbing cock as jungkookâs slick-coated balls hit your pulsing clit with every thrust.
âso cockhungry.â mingyu moans as he pets your hair. âall for us.â
âonly for us.â
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Way Back Home | jjk | Masterpost
â pairing: jungkook x reader
â au(s): exes to lovers, single mom reader
â rating: 18+
â genre/warnings: parents au, single parent, coparenting, chaebol, ceo jungkook, assistant reader, jeon twins, one of the babies has a weak heart, smut
inspired by way back home by shaun
"please tell me this isn't what i think it is" he asks you with tears in his eyes. you look down at the sight of your son with an oxygen mask on his face while your daughter is sleeping on the couch near the wall.
you look into his eyes, broken and sad. you've dreamt of this day for years, wondering how he would react. but here you are, hoping he could've meet the twins under different circumstances.
"yes...they're your children."
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winter bird (M)
⣠PAIRING: Jaehyun (NCT) + reader (female)
⣠GENRE: exes sharing a room; angst melts to fluff in the end; smut
⣠SUMMARY: The time has come for your familyâs annual vacation. Youâve convinced Jaehyun to accompany you, though you broke up months ago, and pretend to be a happy couple to appease your overbearing mother. But things take a turn when you and Jaehyun are the first and only ones to arrive at the retreat.
⣠WARNINGS: some language; brief mentions of near death experience; explicit sexual content
⣠NOTES: 18k words; listening to winter bird by aurora; this is a one-shot, there will be no sequels; check the masterlist in my description for other one-shots in this collection; happy reading!
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the way he said "up." got my toes curling
ceo jaehyun coming to his sugar baby's college because she's been ignoring him and fucking her in the bathroom stall to teach her a lesson. (idk if ur req's open or closed but i thought to put this here)
whoever put this in my inbox... youâve awoken something in me
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youâre gonna fall asleep.
you swear the professor has the goal of making you fall asleep, most of the lecture hall yawning and slumping back in their seats. youâre not any better, resting your head in your palm as you struggle to stay awake.
the lecture doors suddenly fly wide open, making a loud thumping noise on the walls from the impact. every eye turns to see who the cause of the noise is, including yourself, and you immediately get a feeling of dread in your stomach.
jeong jaehyun stands tall at the entrance, dressed in one of his expensive suits. he looks pissed, and your eyes widen at the sight of your sugar daddy, pushing yourself further back in your seat with the hopes of disappearing.
the attempt is futile, however, because jaehyun always knows exactly where you are. he could spot you in a room of thousands if possible.
the professor continues their lecture despite the interruption, and you pray that jaehyun doesnât make a scene. you admit, it was rude of you to constantly ignore his texts, but sometimes jaehyun could get really needy and you didnât have the time to please him with how fast the semester is going.
âdonât come here, donât come here,â you whisper to yourself, keeping your head down and avoiding eye contact with anyone.
you swallow when a pair of leather shoes land in front of you, and you awkwardly look up to meet jaehyunâs angry gaze.
âup,â he growls at you. you clear your throat and take a glance at the faces around you, all of their eyebrows raised with hushed whispers being thrown around left and right.
âjae, iâm in class,â you say to him quietly, trying not to attract more attention than you already have.
he leans down, palm hitting your desk, and stares directly at you.
âget. up.â
you know better than to test him twice, and you gather your things in your bag before standing up and following him out the door. you can faintly hear some of the chatter on your way out.
âdo you know who that was? heâs the ceo of jeong enterprises!â
âheâs so fucking hot, you think heâs with her?â
âi heard he owns half of the city-â
âjae?â you ask meekly once youâre out of the lecture hall. he continues walking with you trailing after him like a lost puppy. âjae, where are we going?â
he doesnât reply and you sigh. you follow him down the hallway of the building, wondering what he could be possibly planning to do with you. you shriek when he suddenly grabs your arm and pulls you into a nearby bathroom, slamming the door shut. he tugs you into one of the stalls, locking it behind you. you squeak when he presses you against the door, breath heavy against your cheek.
âtoo good to answer my texts?â he hisses, hand holding your hip in place to prevent you from leaving. âsuddenly iâm not a priority anymore? have you been fucking someone else?â
ân-no,â you whimper. âiâve just b-been busy, t-thatâs all.â
âyeah? too busy to call me, yet youâve still been accepting my daily transfers, havenât you?â he asks, referring to the fact that jaehyun wires you five-hundred dollars every single morning.
your brain tries to form up an excuse, but you know itâs worthless. you place your hands on jaehyunâs chest and apologetically gaze at him.
âiâm sorry, daddy,â you murmur.
âyouâre gonna be real sorry, doll.â
he throws your bag to the ground and turns you so that youâre facing the stall door, pushing your cheek up against it.
âjae, we canât-â you protest, hesitant about doing this in public. your voice is swallowed up when his hand makes a fist in your hair, pulling hard.
âshut the fuck up. i deserve this,â he grunts in your ear.
you hear him start taking his tie off and you whine when he stuffs it in your mouth. the clank of his belt hits the floor and you close your eyes when you feel his hands explore your thighs. wearing a skirt was a complete coincidence but you know how much jaehyun loves it. heâs taken you over his kitchen counter or in his office many times just at the sight of your exposed legs. he adores having easy access to you like this.
âis this for me?â he questions, playing with the hem of your skirt. âor for someone else?â
you can easily detect the hint of jealousy in his tone. jaehyun gets really envious whenever youâre gone from him for too long, and you know itâs because youâre the biggest commitment heâs had in years. heâs had a few sugar babies before but none of them have stayed as long as you have, and you know it causes him to worry about you constantly.
âjust you, daddy,â you swear. âonly you.â
he pulls your hair even harder, making you arch your back as he growls. âthen youâll do your best to make sure iâm satisfied.â
you hear the rip of fabric and you silently curse that jaehyun has ruined yet another pair of panties. he likes buying you really expensive sets to model for him, but they only last about five seconds before he gets the urge to take them off of you.
his fingers play with your folds and you cry against the gag of his tie, pushing yourself further back so that he can slip into you.
he chuckles darkly. âlook at you. i canât even get a simple response from you for days but here you are, whoring yourself out for me in a public restroom. do you know how demeaning this is for me?â he hisses, continuing to dance around your clit without touching it. the action makes you whine even louder. âiâm one of the richest men in the fucking world and i have to march over here like a loser so that i can get my sugar baby to talk to me. do you enjoy seeing me like this? embarrassing myself in front of college students just to talk to you?â
âiâm sorry, daddy, i really am,â you apologize again, most of it coming out muffled.
he shakes his head. âapologies arenât gonna save you now, doll.â
he suddenly enters you without warning and you scream, tears springing up in your eyes. jaehyunâs never fucked you before without properly preparing you first, and the stretch of him is brutal. you havenât had him like this in weeks and you forgot how big he is, and how difficult it is for you to take him.
âyeah? you feel that?â he mumbles in your ear, hands digging into your sides as he starts drilling into you. ânot nice, is it? imagine how gentle i would be with you if you answered my calls, hm?â
tears start slipping down your face and you cry louder. despite it being slightly painful, you find that you donât mind him taking you raw like this. he feels closer to you than ever, and you know itâs what the both of you need after being separated for a while.
your eyes widen when you hear the creak of the door, and loud voices in the hallway. class must have just been dismissed, and people are probably using the bathroom before their next one.
âbe good,â jaehyun reminds you, continuing to piston his hips into yours.
your tears are fueled by pleasure and embarrassment at the fact that people are probably hearing you getting railed in the next stall. even if you were as quiet as you could be, the sound of jaehyunâs thighs slapping against yours was indistinguishable. you barely care what people hear anymore, your whines rising with each press of his cock against your womb.
you hear the awkward shuffling of feet out the door when your cries get louder and jaehyunâs sinister laugh.
âgod, youâre so filthy,â he chuckles. âpussy feels so good, doll.â
you practically suck jaehyun up with how tight youâre gripping onto him. every push makes you even wetter, and you sniffle at the odd feeling of both pain and pleasure.
âaw, is my doll crying?â he hums, slamming into you harder. âis it hard to take my fat cock in your small pussy? the stretch is difficult after so long, isnât it?â
you nod, nearly holding yourself together. his thrusts get even harder, and your legs start to ache from the way heâs pressing you against the door.
âcâmon, i know you want to cum,â he coaxes. âhave you been playing with yourself when youâre alone?â
you immediately shake your head. jaehyun doesnât have many rules for you to follow, but one of them is that you never touch yourself without him there. he will always gladly make time in his schedule to see you, and even calling him in the early hours of the morning will earn a response.
âgood girl,â he praises. âdo you want to cum?â
you nod and push your dignity aside with the amount of tears running down your cheeks.
âthen go ahead.â
with his permission, you reach your high fairly quickly. itâs easy to with the way heâs fucking you, deep and rough. you gasp when you fall apart around him, legs shaking from the force of your orgasm. you didnât realize how much you needed that after the stress of work.
âfeels good, hm?â he asks, pushing your hair aside and slowly taking the gag out of your mouth so you can actually talk.
âyes, daddy, it was good,â you whisper, feeling thoroughly fucked out. âwant your cum, please, daddy.â
âonly mine, right?â
âonly yours,â you promise.
you feel him press a kiss to the back of your neck, and he slowly starts to become the gentle jaehyun you know.
âi missed you,â he says, hips still pressed far into yours. âyou donât even know.â
âi know, iâm sorry, jae.â
his thrusts start to slow down as he rolls his hips into you, hitting you even deeper.
âcome to my place tonight? make up for it?â
you nod. âyeah, of course. make me dinner?â
he laughs, and the sound sends butterflies right to your stomach.
âanything for you.â
the both of you collectively groan when he finishes, shooting ropes of his cum into you. you both bask in the silence for a few moments before jaehyun chuckles.
âholy fuck. you got me so worked up, doll.â
you giggle. âi can tell.â
he slips out of you and turns you around so that he can fully kiss you, hands cupping your cheeks gently.
âcome see me tonight, iâll make you whatever you want,â he promises.
you smile. âonly if you fuck me like that again.â
he growls. âyouâre going to regret that, little minx.â
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DADDY'S SPOILED BRAT; JUNG JAEHYUN
pairings. sugardaddy!jaehyun x fem!reader
wc. 1.5k
warnings. daddy kink, fingering, unprotected sex, nipple play, doggystyle, tub sex , bratty reader
synopsis. jaehyun coming home after getting a call from the bank.
"why would you leave still have paris today and then milan." jaehyun's assistants voice spoke through the phone , as he walked through his penthouse , smiling at all of the luxurious store bags all though out the house. "i know johnny , but i have some business here to take care of , you got paris , and i'll meet you in milian." he opened the door to the bedroom , the music coming from the bathroom intriguing him.
"sir how can i- john you got this , call me back when it's done." he hung up , taking his suit jacket off , more bags cluttered the room. he knew you did this out of spite , that you were being a bratâ he didn't care though , these items didn't even put a dent in the his bank account.
he made his way to the bathroom , opening the door to where you sat in the tub filled with bubbles , head back , face mask on as the music played on low.
"does spending my money all day give you this much stress?" you notice the voice , not looking up , sighing. "no , but my boyfriend being away for 2 months does , the spending money just helps ease the pain a little bit." he bit the inside of his cheek , knowing he walked right into that one , being a ceo of your own company requires him to be away sometimes , leaving you alone for long periods of times.
"thought you were supposed to be on your way to paris?' annoyance laced in your voice. "i was, but i got a call from the bank , you spent so much money today , they thought someone stole my card." he sat on the seat where you hung your towel and speaker. "are you not gonna look at me?" you opened your eyes , glaring at him. "you said i could spend what i want."
"i did say that , but i know how much you normally spend." he said. "and you don't need three new bags , especially if it's the same bag , just a different color." you shrugged. "now i can match my outfits.
"did you miss me baby , is that why you're acting so bratty." you rolled your eyes.
"don't flatter yourself jae- that's enough." his voice was deeper , getting annoyed with your attitude. "you know i hate leaving you , but if i didn't you wouldn't be able to spend thousands in a day for no reason , so fix your attitude." he said , bending closer down to your level , you decided to be reasonable , opening your eyes again , sitting up , the bubbles and water covering your boobs.
"good girl , now apologize , apologize for being so mean to daddy." your thighs clenching together , jaehyun notices the water moving. "baby is horny , is that why you're acting like this, maybe if you apologize , i'll give you what you want." you pouted , whining. "you're not apologizing fast enough princess , you must not want anything." he tried to stand up , but you quickly spoke up.
"im sorry , for being mean to daddy." he ran his tongue over his bottom lip , sitting back down. "good girl." his hand made it's way into the water , cupping your heat , you moaned as his fingers rubbed figure 8s on your clit , rolling your clit through his fingers. "d..daddy please." you whimpered.
"you want more?" you nodded , stretched you out with his fingers. "that's it , let all that nasty attitude go and let daddy apologize for being gone for so long." his fingers fucked into you , as you grabbed on to the sides of the tub , your knuckles turning white from gripping too hard. "daddy making you feel good love?" you nodded , but jaehyun didn't do that , stopping. "when i speak to you, answer me love." his tone sweet , but his words were nothing short of a threat.
"y..yes , daddy."
he continued on , his pace speeding up. "fuck! daddy , im gonma cum , please let me cum." you moaned , he hooked his fingers , hitting that spot , over and over , making the knot in your stomach tightened. "go a head and cum , cum on daddy's fingers. your legs closed around his wrist , as you came on his fingers. "that's is love , you feel good?" you whined. "in , i..i want you to get in." "want daddy to join you?" you nodded. "pl..please."
he stood up , unbuttoning his shirt , taking it off. "pretty baby enjoying the show?" he smirked , unbuckling his pants , letting them fall to the bathroom floor , his underwear next , his cock standing proud against his stomach. "move over some love." he sat down , the tub giving both of you enough room.
"come sit." he patted his lap , you climbed into his lap , your heat coming into direct contact with his cock , you mewled , you were so sensitive , after not having jaehyun here , anything was gonna make you melt. "you needed me that baby , i'm not even inside you yet and you're moaning like that." he smirked. "pl..please i need you." you grinded down in his cock , he groaned. "come on beg for it some more baby." he said.
"d..daddy please , please put it in." he bit his lip , he loved hearing you beg , grabbing the base of his cock , lining it with your heat , letting you sink down on his cock , the water moving sloshing. "that's it baby , sit on my cock." you rocked your hips , back and forth. "oh fuck baby , that's it ride my cock." he groaned. "s..so big." you moaned , as he took a hold of your boobs , rubbing the soap around your nipples , pinching them. "so fucking sensitive baby." he fucked up into you.
"i'm gonna cum baby , come on and cum on my cock." he reached back into the water , rubbing your clit , much like before. "im gonna cum , daddy, please let me cum." he groaned , his orgasm creeping up on me. "fuck me too , go ahead love cum for me." your face dipped into his neck , as you bounced on his cock , your orgasm washing over you. "fuck!" you screamed , shaking, clenching around him , he delivered three more sharp thrust as he came. "shit!"
you both caught your breath , before he helped you out of the tub , wrapping the towel around your body , he gripped your waist , whispering in your ear. "im not done with you just yet , go into the room." he slapped your ass , as you walked into the room , following behind you.
once you get to the room , he grabs your towel , letting it fall to the floor. "get on the bed baby , ass up , face down baby." he watched with a smirk , as you obeyed , your ass on display. his legs dipped into the bed , behind you. "such a pretty ass." he slapped it , making you yelp. "oh fuck! daddy please." you wiggled your hips against him. "so needy baby , just made you cum twice , and you want more?" he spread your cheeks , your pussy was soaked. "you're dripping love." he spat on your cunt , you mewled as he rubbed your folds , jerking his cock off , lining it up with your whole , pushing roughly inside you.
"fuck!" you both moaned , your body was weak as he grabbed your hips , fucking into you, watching your ass bounce as his hips hit it. "look at this ass." he squeezed your cheeks as fucking into you deeper. "shit , daddy!" you screamed , face against the pillows. "such a spoiled brat -shit- give you everything , and you always want more and i give it to you." he grabbed your hair , pulling it as he fucked you.
"do this all for you, buy you pretty clothes , take you on expensive clothes , fuck you how want." he let your body fall back against the pillow , drool coming out of your mouth , your legs felt like jelly , but that didn't stop your orgasm from coming at you full force. "d..daddy , im gonna cum." you screamed , he groaned as you tightened around his cock. "cum." he growled , biting your earlobe.
"fuck daddy!" you screamed , cumming. "that's it , shit , fu..fuck im gonna cum." he came inside you , with a few thrust , pulling out, some of his cum painting your outside folds.
"you okay baby?" he left little kisses on your shoulders. "yes." you breathed. "let's get you cleaned up." he let you lay down , while he got dressed , grabbing a rag to clean you with , putting his button up on your naked body , carrying your body back to the bed , laying you down , climbing in behind you , pulling your body close to his.
"what are you going to do with all these items?" he massaged your scalp. "i'm gonna use them , maybe i'll take a trip somewhere while you're gone." you squeezed his bicep. "what if i take you with me to milan , i'll do my business there and then we'll spend a week there alone." you looked up at him. "really?" your eyes lit up. "of course baby , if it makes you happy." you kissed his lips.
"im so excited , gonna do so much shopping." he questioned. "don't you think you've spent enough of my money." you shook your head , teasing. "not enough." he glared at you , his hand coming down to pinch your ass. "ow." he laughed kissing your pouted lips.
"daddy's spoiled brat."
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jaehyun + 75 and like, yn is the one who says that while jae is cumming in her (they've been going for like 2 rounds now and he's showing no sign of feeling tired/stopping)
75: âthatâs it, keep cumming.â
you could barely hear yourself over the sound of the bed creaking, unable to handle the pressure of your bodies. youâd switched positions for the umpteenth time in the lengthy but irrevelant amount of time youâd been fucking, your finger nails digging into the pad of his broad shoulders. previously, theyâd been dragging red lines down his back.Â
you could see the sweat on jaehyunâs forehead, but the determination furrowing his brows. his hands clutched your hips, steering your movements from below you, his grip tightening every time your cunt squeezed him.Â
it drove you mad to hear those guttural groans escape his mouth whenever you clenched around his thick cock, curses of your name spilling from his mouth. the same way it drove him mad with lust when your velvet walls tightened around him, your warmth kneading his girth for the nth time.Â
but from the looks of it, he had no intention of stopping. not until you were begging for him to.
âfuck,â jaehyun grunted, his voice low and deepening. âgonna cream this pussy.â
âplease,â you begged, your voice weak. probably from crying out his name over and over, and over again every time he brought you to climax.
jaehyun teased, âyeah? you like when i fuck you full of my cum?â
âmm-hm,â you hummed, feeling yourself get close. you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning into his body. your hot, sweaty bodies were stuck to each other, like you couldnât tell where he ended and he began. you added, âyou like it too.â
âdamn right i do,â jaehyun said, mesmerized by how utterly good you felt choking his dick. his dick twitched at that the thought of filling you up all over again, wanting to breed you until he had no more cum left to spare, until you had utterly milked him dry.
it was a little too easy to lose track of time when you were so focused on how it felt to be so close to each other, taking each other in. you more literally. you didnât know how long you had been at this - all you knew was that it felt to good to quit now. he was hitting you in all of the right places, making you tremble and shake, and hold onto his body to anchor yourself, like you would drown below water if you didnât keep your hands above his shoulders.Â
jaehyun was close. you knew it. you could feel it. it was easy to recognize, because he would become less like himself and more like a beast of habit. you leaned into his ear and purred, âfuck me full of your cum. i want it so bad, jay. fuck. please?â
jaehyun groaned, holding your hips even tighter as he used you to get off. with a few more words from you, he was finishing inside you with the deepest sound you had ever heard coming from the very back of his throat, dumping his warm load inside you while his fingers bruised your hips.
âthatâs it. keep cumming,â you whispered, moaning at the feeling of his seed against your walls. there was so much of it - there always was.Â
 but you knew from the dark look he gave you that he was far from finished with you, and in seconds he was on top of you again, pulling out only to fuck his cum back inside you again.Â
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enemies to lovers prompt #10 "I'm not driving home with you..." with mingyu, thx <3
â vices & virtues âą
being from one of the most opulent families in the city, you're used to getting everything you want. but when you realize that your hot bodyguard is strictly off-limits, you treat him like anything else you can't have: with unbridled hostility.
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 FEATURING; bodyguard!mingyu x reader
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 WORD COUNT; 5.4k words
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 TAGS; enemies to lovers, unresolved sexual tension, smut
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 WARNINGS; alcohol consumption, cigarettes, implied/referenced drug use, self-destructive behavior in general, (probably inaccurate) discussions about drug poisoning, graphic sexual content (MINORS DNI)
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 NOTES; when i tell you i speedwrote this just in time for mingyu day,,, eugh i love you so much gyugyu and thank you to the anon who sent this in a while back!! this prompt was so tasty to work with!
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 SMUT TAGS; unprotected sex, couch sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, dacryphilia, size kink, mating press, overstimulation, creampie
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 SVT TAGLIST; @wonderfulshinee - @misssugarlips - @yourfavoritefreakyhan - @jeanjacketjesus - @just-here-to-read-01 - @hanihans - @venusrae - @taestrwbrry - @minnie-mouser22 - @dreamhannies - @thvhannie - @kkooongie - @gae-uls - @lenireads - @gaebestie - @ryusha-rose - @enhacolor - @ilyvern - @woo8hao - @spk93 - @tommolex - @stariightjoyy - @asjkdk - @horny4hoshi
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 MINGYU TAGLIST; @ @renjunphile - @acgyu - @potatofrieswithketchup - @pluviophile-xxx - @pretty-trustme - @zeenanigans - @noveniadelia
When the tiniest sliver of consciousness slips into your inebriated brain, you feel the cold tile of the bathroom floor being pried off your face. Well, more like you're being gently lifted off it, and into the arms of someone warm.
You nearly lean into their embrace until you catch a whiff of that familiar, musky cologne with hint of something like pine. It takes you some effort to keep yourself from bolting out of his grasp and retching your guts out in the toilet again.
You deign to squint your eyes despite the harsh fluorescent light razing your vision. Looking down on you is none other than Kim Mingyu, gaze as indifferent as ever. Unfortunately, you're too drunk or high to figure out how he even found you here, but you know there's no weaseling your way out when your father's little lapdog has tracked you down.
"What're you doing here?" you still ask even if you knew the answer.
It's my job to take care of you.
"It's my job to take care of you," he says the words in the same way you imagined him toâapathetic. Indecipherable.
"Fuck you. I don't need you to take care of me," you scoff. "My friends'll drop me off at my apartment like they always do."
Mingyu rolls his eyes. "You mean the same friends who called me because they're tired of having to clean up after your shit? I don't want to be here either, princess, but I'm actually getting paid to keep you in line, if you hadn't known that yet."
There's something so unfairly attractive in the snark in his tone, and you fucking hate him for it. Mostly, you hate yourself for even thinking that anything about Mingyu is remotely alluring.
In the end, you just tell yourself that you're an objective person. You have eyes, and it won't cost anything to admit that Mingyu is conventionally attractive. Even if you did hate his guts.
Not that he'll ever hear you admit that aloud, though.
You're vaguely aware of how the hem of your too-short dress rides up your thighs as Mingyu rises back to his full heightâhaving no problems carrying you out of the bathroom bridal-style.
Under normal circumstances, you would've struggled. Proved that you could very much handle yourself despite being obviously hammered. But your head is spinning, and your limbs feel like they'll disintegrate any second.
Eyes closed, you press your face into the fine fabric of Mingyu's suitâbreathing in the same scent that repulsed you not five minutes earlier in an attempt at anchoring your consciousness.
As Mingyu maneuvers you out of the bathroom, the loud bass blaring from the speakers at the frat party you've decided to attend last minute rings in your eardrums. You don't have to see your surroundings to know you've got onlookers. Those unsubtle comments are clue enough to know you're being watched.
Who is that? Her boyfriend?
No, idiot, that's probably her bodyguard or some shit. Her family's loaded as fuck.
So lucky. If I had a bodyguard like that, I'd totally let him smash.
The real question is: would he let you smash?
Fuck you.
You want to flash them the most disgusted look you could muster. As if you'd stoop low enough to fuck Mingyu, of all people. Don't they know who you are? You could easily let any man or woman you wanted on their knees for you.
You were supposed to stick to your regular routine of getting railed into the next day after a few drinks and sticks, but you obviously got a little too excited about the new strains your friends snuck into the party. Now you're being princess carried by a man you absolutely despise, too shit-faced to even be remotely desired by anyone else at the moment.
Still, never in a million years would you consider having this guy as a bodyguard lucky.
You can tell you're outside when the music starts to fade in the distance and the cold starts to prickle your legs and arms. A somewhat coherent part of you recalls leaving your designer jacket in the coatrack of the frat house, and if you weren't so fucking shit-faced, you would've yelled at Mingyu to go back and get it.
But just before you can consider asking him somewhat nicely, you hear him unlock a car that definitely doesn't sound like yoursâmaking your ears perk up, and your consciousness flood back in much faster.
"What are youâ?"
You thrash in Mingyu's arms until he lets you down on the groundâthrowing him a stone-cold glare right after. The fact that your pedicured feet are in direct contact with the asphalt makes your rage spike further. How dare this asshole leave your Valentinos behind? He might as well have just left you at the party altogether!
"I'm not driving home with you," you growl.
Mingyu's expression doesn't even budge. "You're not driving. I am."
"Don't try to be fucking smart with me. I'm high, not stupid."
Folding your arms across your chest, you try to pretend that you're not in the middle of the street, arguing with Mingyu as your blood pressure rises to unimaginable heights.
Unfortunately for you, this isn't the first time your friends have left you in the quote-unquote capable hands of your bodyguard. But every time he did, he would always drive whatever car you chose to bring for the occasion and drop you off at your place.
When he brings a car of his own, however...
"You're bringing me straight to the old man," you grumble. "You think he'll appreciate seeing his daughter all wasted at three in the morning? You think he'll be happy with you when he finds out you let me sneak out like this? Are you stupid or do you actually want to get fired?"
"And who told you I was going to bring you to him?" Mingyu shakes his head, letting out a long-winded sigh. "Like I said, I don't want to be here either. The last thing I need is even more overtime after your father sets you straight."
That makes you pause, eyes widening with a hint of mistrust. Mingyu listens to every word his employer says. He's the perfect little lapdog. So perfect that sneaking out for these nightly escapades of yours have grown increasingly difficult with how good he is at finding you and bringing you home.
So hearing him practically say that he won't tattle on you...
"How can I be sure you're not fucking with me? That if I fall asleep in the car, I won't wake up in the courtyard of the old man's stupid mansion?"
"Do I look like I have the energy to deal with both of you at the same time?" he replies sharply, opening the door to the passenger seat with a hint of finality in his actions. "Just get in the fucking car so we can all head to bed before sunrise."
The sound of the house party still in full swing echoes in your ears from the distance. Your skin tingles a little beneath the heat of Mingyu's mildly pissed off gaze, and you let out a shuddering breath to keep yourself from giving the feeling a name.
"Fine."
...
Good news: you made it safely back to your apartment without anyone alerting your father about your true whereabouts.
Bad news: Mingyu just won't fucking leave.
He insisted that you get yourself refreshed with a shower first before he talks to you in the living room. The same guy that right-out said that you should hop in the passenger seat of his car so you'd both be asleep before the sun rises. The clock is already pushing past four in the morning, and Mingyu still insists on lecturing you before he leaves?
You of all people know how obstinate he can be. He's even more stubborn than you are, if you're being completely honest. So even if it wounds your pride to play along with what he has planned, you head back to your living room right after slipping on your usual nightgownâflashing Mingyu a look to remind him you're not at all pleased with whatever bullshit he wants to talk about.
However, your irritation ebbs a little when you see a plate of your favorite cookies sitting on the coffee table, along with a glass of water and a sheet of Advil.
Your gaze drifts from the snacks to your bodyguard, who looks more dressed down than usual. His coat is folded neatly, hanging off one side of your couch, and the first three buttons of his dress shirt are undone.
You gulp, prying your eyes off the sliver of chest he's willingly exposed before seating a respectable distance away.
"What did you want to talk about?" You try to sound casual as you leaned forward, reaching for a cookie and the glass of water without as much initiating eye contact.
"You smoked a few joints at the party, didn't you?"
You take a bite, washing it down with your drink before replying with, "So what if I did? A little kush isn't going to kill anybody, Mingyu."
"We both know 'a little' doesn't exist in your vocabulary, princess," he points out, crossing his arms with an unimpressed look. "Anyway, I'm not your father, so I typically don't care about what drugs you're taste testing every nightâ"
"Are you implying that you suddenly care now?"
"With a new poisonous marijuana strain circulating in the underground market? Of course I do."
You do a double take on that, staring at him hard as you begrudgingly swallow your cookie, "What? Underground market? And what do you mean poisonous?"
Mingyu lets out another sigh when he leans forward to reach for the box of cigarettes and a lighter you left strewn across your coffee table. You're even more surprised to see him lighting himself a stick and taking a drag than you were when he prepared some snacks and water for you.
"Some Columbian drug cartels thought it would be funny to infiltrate surface-level drug transactions. Long story short, they invented some fucked up strain laced with belladonna and smuggled it into the market under the impression that it's a new sativa strain."
You absolutely have no idea how Mingyu even got ahold of this information, but realizing the implication of his words has your stomach sinking with dread. If what he's saying is true, it's no wonder you were out so fucking quick tonight.
"I'm not gonna die within twenty four hours, right?" you half-joke because, Jesus, you're adventurous with your drugs, but you wouldn't willingly take something that can actually kill you.
To your relief, Mingyu shakes his head. "I don't know the science behind it either, but I was told sativa tones down the poisonous effect of belladonna by a huge margin. The worst you'll experience is a fever and a nasty cough if you don't do anything about it."
"Gee, way to be reassuring."
Mingyu scoffs before taking another drag of his cigarette. Your gaze is riveted on the cut of his jaw as he inhales the smoke with eyes closed. It's only when he flicks the ashes in a small ashtray you left by the small table beside the couch that you realize he's pushed the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbowsâexposing a good deal of his toned arms.
You immediately take a huge gulp of water, not wanting such unsavory thoughts about an unsavory person to surface now, of all times.
You might be more refreshed after your shower, but if you're starting to ogle Kim Mingyu, the strange joints you've been hitting all night might've messed with your head more than you thought.
"That's why we're going to the doctor tomorrowâ"
You scowl. "Like hell I'm going to pay Doctor Yoon a visit. That guy's the biggest tattletale in the world. He'll definitely tell the old man. Oh, and I actually have classes tomorrow if you're forgetting, Mingyu."
"You're pretending to attend those now that it's convenient for you?" He smirks as he breathes out another puff of smoke. "Nice try, princess. But don't worry your pretty little head about it. I'll take you to another doctor I knowâsomeone who won't get us both in trouble by telling your father that you've been smoking bad weed."
"Again, way to be fucking reassuring."
The silence finally settles as you nibble contemplatively on the snacks he brought for you. You're can say for sure that you're most certainly sober now, so Mingyu's words have got you thinking.
But it's a little difficult to think about the state of your health when you've got a sort-of uninvited guest manspreading right next to you on the couch.
"Aren't you going to leave?" you ask. "Just text me what time we're going to visit that doctor friend of yours."
"How would you feel if you got told to scram while you're in the middle of a smoke?" Mingyu flashes you an annoyed look. "For the third time, I don't even want to be here, princess. At least let me have this as compensation for saving your sorry ass."
He's so fucking infuriating.
The rough undercurrent in his voice. The perpetual upward curve of his lips as if he always has the upper hand. His beefy arms. His built chest.
...Not to mention his unexpected thoughtfulness when he decided to stick around and inform you about what you might've gotten yourself into instead of leaving you to fend for yourself. He even brought out your favorite cookies for good measure.
You never really know what to do with Kim fucking Mingyu. He stirs up all sorts of confusing feelings inside your chest at any given time, and frankly, you've had enough of it.
You allow yourself to relish in the pride that swells in your chest when he nearly drops his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray the moment you crawl on top of his lap.
Mingyu's mouth quivers with some sensible words his job description probably requires him to say, but you rob him of his ability to speak when you steal the cancer stick from his fingers. In one long breath, you smoke the cigarette down to the filterâkilling it on your ashtray before leaning down to press your lips to his.
With how stunned he is, it doesn't take a lot of effort to pry Mingyu's mouth open, breathing the smoke into his mouth. Once you're satisfied, you pull away with a triumphant smirk.
"Now you're done," you say, making the motions to get off his lap. "I'm heading to bed. Don't wake me up before noon for that doctor's appointment or else I'm going to slash your tiâ"
You don't even get to finish that sentence. Mingyu suddenly flips you over so that your back is pressed against the couch and he's lying on top of youâboth knees planted on either side of your hips as he gazes at you with an ireful glare.
"W-What are you doing?" you whisper, but in spite of the protesting nature of your words, you can't help but feel a pang of white hot desire shoot straight through you when you feel just how big he is now that his body is pressed against yours.
"Teaching a bad girl a lesson," he whispers, grabbing your face roughly. "You can't just pull off shit like that and expect to walk away from it unscathed, princess."
Fuck. That nickname he always uses never fails to get on your nerves on any other day. But when he sounds like that and has you under him like this...
"What are you gonna do about it then?" you ask.
Mingyu chuckles darkly, as he squishes your face with his big, long fingers. You nearly shudder at the thought of what those digits could do to you if you just pushed the right buttons.
"You'll just have to fuck around and find out."
When the pressure of his strong grip leaves your cheeks, confusion paints your features. Mingyu's weight eases off your pliant body almost immediately as well, leaving you to scowl at him incredulously. He doesn't even look at you as he collects his coat from where it hangs off your couch.
But before he can even think about putting it back on, something not so different from a growl resonates deep in your chest as you sit back upâtugging on the collar of his shirt to smash your lips together.
Mingyu all but groans into the kiss, but you're not sure if you can even call it that. There's nothing but hunger fueling the both of you as your tongue slides alongside his, mapping out each other's mouths like your lives depended on it.
You vaguely hear his coat fall to the floor as Mingyu goes back to crowding you against the couchâone of his strong arms circling your waist as he grinds his hips against your middle. It's nearly embarrassing how willing you are to receive his advances.
You, the same person who told your bodyguard you refused to drive home with him, are now making out with said bodyguard at four in the morning.
But then again, who fucking cares?
"You have no idea," he whispers hoarsely against your lips and you let out a stifled moan when you feel the outline of his erection rut against your clothed pussy, "how much you drive me insane. You're such a fucking handful, you know that?"
"I'm glad to know I make your life miserable," you bite back despite the fact that, when Mingyu brings down the straps of your nightgown to expose your breasts to the cool air, you do nothing about it.
Mingyu lets out a harsh laugh. "You're probably into this, aren't you, princess? You like riling me up so much so that I'd snap and teach you a lesson?"
You want to tell him that he's being fucking full of himself if he thinks you've planned this that far back. But with how massive he feels through his trousers alone, you can't say that you don't want him inside you right this second.
It doesn't help that he's giving your chest a generous amount of attentionâsuckling at your nipples in a way that has you twitching beneath him with sensitivity.
"So what if I am?" you say, testing the limits of what he'll let you get away with. "You talk big about teaching me a lesson but you're being awfully careful with me. Aren't you going to shove your cock down my throat to get me to shut up?"
Mingyu chuckles with a quick shake of his head, like he isn't even taking your words seriously. You let out a sharp yelp when he bites down on one of your breastsâleaving a distinct imprint of his canines on your skin before staring into your eyes.
"I can choke you with my cock next time, princess. For now, I just want to make you come until you're crying for me."
Fuck.
Mingyu wastes no time. He immediately sinks to his knees on the floor, hauling your hips closer to the edge of the couch so that he can hook your thighs over his shoulders. When he realizes that you're not wearing any underwear underneath your flimsy satin nightgown, you swear the noise he makes is near animalistic.
"Don't get f-fucking cocky," you stammer, nerves alight everywhere his lips graze your inner thighs. "I don't usually wear underwear before going to sleep! This wasn't for you."
"It is now," Mingyu says before licking a long stripe from your leaking hole to your aching clit. He holds your thighs far apart as his lips latch onto that little bundle of nerves, alternating with delicious licks at your sensitive folds.
He practically smothers his face into your cunt as he continues his relentless assault on your clit. By the time Mingyu starts to tease his tongue along your entrance, your fingers have found their way into his unruly hairâmoans falling from your lips with little concern about appearances.
Mingyu pulls away for a moment, and you nearly snap at him from that alone until he eases one of those thick fingers into your wet channelâdark eyes trained on you as he stretches you out with a hungry gaze.
You don't even feel any semblance of shame when you start to ride that single digit, wanting to feel him go deeper and spread you wider. Fortunately, your bodyguard is more attentive than you think, and it doesn't take long for him to ease another finger into your needy pussy, curling them just so once he's sure he's found that spot that'll render you an incoherent mess.
The sound he rips out of you is unholy and Mingyu growls again before his mouth finds its way back onto your cuntâgetting lost in the taste of you on his tongue.
"Where's the fight you've been putting up against me all this time, princess?" he taunts just before those stupidly thick fingers graze that sensitive patch of flesh inside you again. "Are you that desperate? You've fucked yourself up so much tonight that you couldn't bring anyone back home. Your bodyguard's gonna have to do, huh?"
You know you should be affronted by how offensive his words are. Mingyu might be an expert at getting on your nerves, but with how good his fucking mouth feels as he laves at your cunt like a man starved, you can't even let yourself feel any modicum of annoyance.
"M-Mingyu," you gasp as he suckles on your clit againâsteadily building your orgasm from the ground-up. "I'm gonna come, f-fuck!"
Three. Mingyu slides in three fingers at your admission, and you nearly cry with how wide he's stretching you out. This time, he switches from sucking at your clit to rapidly flicking his tongue against the sensitive pearl.
Your toes curl with oversensitivity, thighs nearly crushing his head as you frame the syllables of his name in another wanton moan. When Mingyu curls his fingers inside you one more time, the tension that's been building in your stomach snaps like a rubber band.
Once you teeter off the precarious edge of release, you feel a gush of slick surge out of your cunt and into his awaiting mouth. Mingyu laps it all upâhis sinful tongue catching every drop of your tangy essence. If you didn't know better, you would think he's desperate for you as much as you are for him.
It takes a while for your mind to fully come back online after that first orgasm, chest heaving almost painfully with how Mingyu took your breath away with oral alone. When you finally have your wits about you, your bodyguard surges forward so that your faces are levelled, and you nearly groan when you see the way his mouth and chin glisten with your juices.
"So fucking delicious for me," he rasps. "Gonna let me have a taste of this pussy every time now, princess? Want my mouth on you before you sleep?
"Do whatever you want, Gyu," you mewl, tugging him closer as you position yourself horizontally on the couch. "N-Need you so bad."
He sighs, unbuttoning the rest of his dress shirt as he drinks in the sight of you all fucked out and compliant because of his mouth and fingers alone. Your lips are parted, eyes glistening with tears or desireâMingyu can't say for sure just yet.
But if he can get you this wrecked from oral, he can't fucking wait to see what you'll look like after he gets you to cream on his cock.
His shirt falls to the floor and you can't contained the awed gasp that leaves you at the sight of him. He's built like a fucking sculptureâall lean muscle and hard toned abs. It would make sense for Mingyu to be this well-built, being your bodyguard and all, but the thought of having his body pressed against yours as he fucks you into the couch is sending your mind into overdrive.
"You're so adorable," he chuckles, but you know the words are anything but a compliment. "A moment ago you were challenging everything I said and did. Now you're suddenly an agreeable little thing. Are you that cock-hungry, princess? Want something to fill that pretty pussy?"
"Yes." You don't even hesitate. "Yes, yes, yes. Want your cock in me. Want you to fill me up, Gyu. Please..."
Fortunately for you, Mingyu isn't one to tease. The moment you've given him the green light to rearrange your insides, he steps out of his tight trousers and boxers at the same time, pumping his thick cock in one hand as he nudges your thighs apart once again.
You practically salivate at the thought that you're about to take all those delicious inches inside you. Mingyu doesn't miss the starry look on your face, but doesn't take the time to gloat about it. Instead, he leans all the way forward so that your thighs are squished against your chestâeasing your legs across his shoulders in a position that's not so different from when he ate you out earlier.
"Gonna fuck the attitude out of you, princess," he promises before pressing a kiss on the corner of your mouth. "You ready for me?"
You nod a little too eagerly, forcing his face into the crook of your neck as you wrap your arms around his head. "Gyu, please..."
"Alright. Since you asked so nicely."
He doesn't even give any forewarning when he bottoms out inside you in one languid stroke. A choked up noise gets caught in your chest with how sudden he was, how full you feel in such a short amount of time, but Mingyu doesn't give you any time to think, or even to breathe.
Before you can even get a single word out, he's pulling his hips backâmaking you feel every inch of his thick cock before slamming his hips forward with a powerful thrust that drives you further into the sofa. You let out a long-winded moan, unable to do anything about it as he pounds into you with the vigor of someone who's been putting up with your shit for a better part of the year.
"Pussy's so fucking tight for me," he growls. "You're squeezing my cock so good, princess. Is this all I had to do so you'd stop driving me crazy? Eat you out a little and dick you down 'til you forget your name?"
You can't even process what he's saying right nowâtoo lost in the sensation of his cockhead grazing your cervix with each forward stroke. He's reaching into you so deep that you might really just forget everything but the letters of Mingyu's name by the time he's done with you.
"M-Mingyu," you drawl dumbly as he peppers your neck with bites and bruisesâunrelenting with his deep strokes as your cunt flutters around his length. "Fuck. L-Love your cock so muchâoh!"
You let out a gasp that Mingyu quickly muffles with his own mouth as he adjusts your positions on the sofaâeasing your legs off of his shoulders in exchange for spreading them wider on the cushions. How he manages to do that without his cock slipping out of you is a testament to your flexibility, and he's already cooking up what he'll do about that information for next time.
Mingyu continues kissing you all while he plants one foot on the couch and the other on the floor. When he tugs your hips even closer it's only then that you realize that the lunatic has you in a mating press.
"How long have you been thinking about me fucking you like this?" he whispers, deciding to drag it out with slow, deep thrusts that only serve to frustrate you. "You wouldn't have let me go this far if you hadn't thought about it at least once, princess."
I've wanted to fuck you since the old man introduced us, is the correct answer but you've still got some shred of dignity. If Mingyu wants the truth, he's going to have to work for it.
"Fuck me again after this, and I might give you an answer," you rasp, meeting his lazy thrusts with some of your own to get the point that you want him to ram into you across.
"There she is," Mingyu laughs. "My nasty, sharp-tongued princess. Thought I lost you for a sec."
"You will if you don't fuck me until I black out."
"Oh? All you had to do was ask, you know."
Then and there, Mingyu makes good of that interesting position he'd unknowingly lured you intoâplunging that fat cock even deeper into your pussy if that's even possible. It felt heavenly, taking all of him while your legs dangled off his shoulders, but there's just something about having your legs spread impossibly wide as he drills into you with the full intention of making you come until you're crying that does it for you.
As each second passes, Mingyu's thrusts become more erraticâhips snapping with hard, calculated strokes so fucking good that tears are starting to glisten along the lines of your lashes like he promised.
You mewl his name like a string of prayers as the sound of your cunt squelching with every thrust rings in your ears. It's insane how close he's driven you to the edge in the span of thirty minutes, and you're starting to grow fearful of how addicting it feels to have him inside you like this.
At this point, you'd rather get off on Mingyu's cock than get high from some shady sativa joint. Something tells you he'd rather have that, too.
"Where do you want me, princess?" he whispers into your ear, reaching between your legs to give you just the right pressure you've been missing on your clit. You have to bite back a sob when he presses his thumb against it.
"Inside," you whimper as he continues plunging his engorged length into you. "Fill me with your cum, please, Gyu. I want itâwant it so bad."
Mingyu hisses when you clench around his cock, large hands undoubtedly about to leave bruises on your thighs come morning. When you hear that deep, sexy laugh in your ear, you know it's all over for you.
"Come on my cock first, princess. Then I'll give you what you want."
He punctuates the words by drawing quick, tight circles on your clit all while keeping up the cadence of his thrusts. With the steady stream of stimulation he's so willing to give, it's a no-brainer for another orgasm to blindside you yet again.
You cry out with bliss as you screw your eyes shutâtears running down your cheeks in cascades as you fall apart on Mingyu's cock. He fucks into you despite the overstimulation, his own high not far behind because of the expression you're showing him.
"That's it," he rasps, leaning down to kiss the tears away. "Fucking cry for me, princess."
You're not sure if you're just too blissed out to comprehend it properly, but you're pretty sure that Mingyu just triggered another orgasm from you when you feel him twitch insideâyour tight channel being covered in his white hot emission.
It doesn't help that your insatiable lover continues to fuck his cum deeper into your abused cunt, taking full advantage of this position while he can.
"M-Mingyu," you beg, fingers raking across his back as he punches the breath out of your lungs. "Too much. T-Too much."
You thought he wouldn't heed your words, but surprisingly, Mingyu halts every movement to gaze at you with a hint of concern lining his gaze. Wordlessly, he eases himself out of your sore cunt, wiping the tears off your eyes before pressing a kiss on your lips.
"Sorry," he murmurs before gently fixing the straps of your nightgown. He even tugs the hem down despite the fact that his cum is currently leaking out of you. "You want me to tuck you in?"
You nod, lacing your fingers around his neck, the overstimulated mess you are. Mingyu breathes out a quiet laugh before carrying you into his arms again.
"Alright, princess. Let's get you to bed."
You don't have the heart nor the energy to protest. Besides, it's his job to take care of you, after all.
âą end notes: reminder to not take any of the medical indications abt drugs that i included in this fic seriously. i made all of those up. oh and this should go w/o saying but don't fuck anyone while under the influence of anything AT ALL !!!
that aside, happy birthday to everyone's favorite puppy boy mingyu! i ended up loving him a lot more as i stanned svt, and i hope everyone else gives him the same love as well! god knows he has lots to give to both his members and his fans ueueue
++ if you spotted a few errors here and there, please don't tell me or i'll die of embarrassment ^_^ this wasn't proofread bcs i wanted to drop this exactly on his bday (i am 1 hour and 34 mins late!) HEHEHE i was sposed to write an ending scene in the morning where gyu wakes up and sees her wearing his shirt while making breakfast but that'll make this too long :| i'll just leave that to ur imagination!
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hot or cold?
pairing: mingyu x gn!reader
tropes: established relationship
genre: fluff!!
synopsis: when looking for something on his phone, you find an email you didnât expectâŠ
noteworthy: mention of marriage, this is so cute iâm sick to my stomach, if you recognise this premise from reddit no u donât
word count: 1.1k
âwhat do you mean you canât find the confirmation?â
âit means that i canât find the stupid confirmation,â mingyu grumbles, continuously (and furiously) typing away on his phone, frantically looking for the reservation confirmation mail from that super exclusive, fancy restaurant youâre supposed to eat at tomorrow.
well, youâre convinced itâs tomorrow, mingyu says itâs today. which is why he was so utterly flabbergasted when he came home, new shiny suit and all, wanting to pick you up.
only for you to greet him in sweatpants and one of his old shirts. and as much as he loves seeing you all comfy, he couldnât help freaking out on you a little bit.
âwhat the fuck are you wearing?â his hands are on your shoulders, eyes boring into yours. you cock your head to the side a little, brows furrowed, âa shirt? your shirt, i guess? gyu, what isââ
mingyu takes your hand and rushes into the bedroom with you in tow, yanking open your closet and expertly picking out some of your more formal attire and throwing them on the bed.Â
âokay, we can do this, absolutely no problem. you go and freshen up and i pick something for your to wear and then weâll be out the door in less then ten minutes. sound good?â you blink at mingyu, his ramble only causing you more confusion.
walking over to him you take his hands, effectively ripping his attention away from the bundle of clothes he was sifting through on the bed. âbabe, what the fuck is going on? are you okay?â
âam i okay? âŠare you okay? weâve waited so long for this reservation, iâm not gonna let us miss itââ he trails off while yanking his hands free from your hold, gently turning you and pushing you towards the bathroom, âgo!â
âgyu, you are aware that the reservation is for tomorrow?â you let yourself be pushed into the bathroom, mingyu now staring at you, doubt evident in his eyes. âitâs today, y/n.â
âitâs tomorrow.â
âitâs today.â
which is what lead to mingyu frantically searching for the booking confirmation he got months ago, trying to figure out which of you was right - though you did start to freshen up just in case mingyu was actually right. just in case.
you let out an exasperated sigh and snatch mingyuâs phone out of his hands, âi love you, but let me look for a second,â you press a quick kiss to his jaw and start typing in the search bar of his mail app.
and there it was!
an order confirmation for a personalised engagement ring.
âŠa what?
both of you stare at his phone, utterly frozen. mingyuâs eyes drift from his phone screen to your face, trying to figure out if youâre seeing what heâs seeing. maybe you donât? maybeâ
god, who is he kidding.
he half expects you to freak out, to squeal and jump in his arms and pepper his face with kisses â though there also is that small part of him thatâs nagging at his happy-go-lucky wishful thinking, insisting that he should be scared that youâre unhappy, that you think itâs too early, that youâll distance yourself.
but nothing. you donât look at him, you donât say anything. you donât even tap the e-mail to read it all in full.
you clear your throat and grin at mingyu triumphantly, âlook! here it is, itâs tomorrow.â you point to the confirmation mail from the restaurant that just so happens to be right above the one for the ring.
âohâŠ,â mingyu drifts off and the two of you just stare at each other for a second. should you say anything? better not, you decide.
you canât suppress a small giggle when you press a kiss to his cheek, âgo get changed. iâm picking out a movie,â and with that you hand him back his phone, practically skipping back into the living room, leaving an utterly conflicted mingyu behind.
what now?
while youâre busy getting some snacks and drinks from the kitchen, mingyu takes his sweet time changing from his crisp suit into his pyjamas. his mind is racing, his hands are sweaty. should he stick to his plan to propose on your birthday? or should he do it tomorrow, after the dinner? what if you think that he changed his mind now that you know what heâs planning to do, if he doesnât do it tomorrow? oh god, what if he waits too long and you think the ring is for someone else?!
you barely notice the somewhat tense look on his face when he joins you in the living room, you nuzzling up to him almost on instinct when he finds his place next to you on the couch.
heâs way too nervous to pick up on the hearts in your eyes when you look at him and youâre way too overjoyed to notice how tense he is.
for a while everything is fine, the two of you watching the movie though neither of you really absorb whatever is playing in front of you. youâre still snuggled into his side, fingers tracing little figured on his arm.
he sighs quietly and starts playing with your fingers, and the way he almost subconsciously starts to caress your ring finger makes you bite your lip to stifle the squeal that threatened to come out, opting to nuzzle into his neck to hide your face instead.
your adorable giggle against his neck is what finally makes him look down at you, lacing your fingers together, âwhatâs so funny?â
itâs a stupid question. you both know.
you canât hide the dopey smile on your face and just shrug, head resting against his shoulder, âi donât know.â
mingyu pulls you closer against him, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, âyou know, baby.ânow youâre both giggling, and if someone were to see you theyâd probably think youâre insane.
you just canât bottle it all up anymore so you let out a little squeal, almost crushing him in a tight hug, face hidden in his neck.
ââŠis it here? at home?â you whisper, biting your lip when he nods. âis it hidden?,â he nods again, wrapping his arms around you a little tighter. for second itâs quiet between you two, mingyu pressing a small kiss to your forehead.
âcan we play the hot or cold game? until i find it?â and he almost curses when you finally look up at him; the excited sparkles in your eyes, the pure adoration they hold almost makes him crumble but he stays strong.
as cute as you are, he already has it all planned out. you just have to wait a little linger.
he chuckles, a hand coming up to cup your face, the warmest and softest look on his face and for a second youâre sure heâs gonna say yes.
âabsolutely not, baby,â he mumbles, pulling your face in for a kiss.
it was worth a try, you guess.
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âcover her mouth and make her listen to how wet she is when you fuck herâ
wc â© 329
warnings â© smut, female reader, some humiliation & size kink elements, mingyu is a little shit, i literally just reblogged that and wrote this immediately lmao the mingyurot is so real
âshh, shh,â mingyu coos as he presses his hand to your mouth. you can still breathe, but itâs firm enough to slow your fervent whines to little whimpers against his palm. he asks, âcan you hear that?â
of course you fucking can â youâre embarrassingly wet, pussy literally squelching on his cock like youâre in a fucking porno.
itâs so dirty. your cheeks prickle with humiliation.
âhm?â he asks again, like heâs trying to prompt an answer, despite keeping his hand tightly across your mouth. his mouth hangs open, his intense gaze never leaving yours, even when your eyes start to roll back.
âlisten,â his voice rumbles deep from his chest. âlisten to how wet that pussy gets for me.â
as if you could do anything else. he takes it slow for now, thrusting shallowly into your warm heat, but itâs enough to have you feeling (and sounding) like youâre soaking his sheets.
mingyuâs eyes avert from yours and down to where heâs is stretching you out. your pussy looks like itâs struggling to fit even his first few inches, already gushing around his thick cock. you watch him get lost in the sight, the sound, the feeling.
âthere we go,â he says to himself, satisfied with your silence. a wolfish smirk is blooming on his face, cocky, canines showing. âyou love this cock, huh? listen to that pussy â sheâs crying for me already.â
your head is spinning, everything is so filthy â the way he talks, the constant squelch of your sopping cunt. he inches closer to your face, and his cocky grin grows when he meets your desperate eyes.
you sob as soon as he uncovers your mouth, feeling him spear his cock deeper into you. âahh, fuck,â you cry out, grabbing his bicep for stability.
mingyu only shushes you again, rocking above you. âjust keep that mouth shut,â he purrs, lips brushing against yours. ânice and quiet, baby â just let me hear you make a mess for me.â
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Hello! I love your work, could I ask you a request about Jungkook strong/intimidating aura but soft towards the reader who is shy, inexperienced and shy?đ„șit turns him on but at the same time he feel protective towards her innocence. I would love to read a smut interactions between this two đ„șâš
Pairings: Jeongguk + Reader
Word Count: 4.1k+ words
Warnings: shy virgin oc gets it with her buff! soft dom! short haired! tattooed & pierced! boyfriend! koo, oc and jk are cat people in this universe, typical overprotective boyfriend, size kink, he also spits on your pu$y, protected sex, pwp
Note: not beta'd. im in a rush lol sorry.
Requests are always open.
This was not how Jeongguk planned to spend his day off. Whatâs a buff, 5â10 guy, all inked and pierced doing in the middle of the baby aisle? Looking like a dilf? It felt as if he was entering every circle of hell of his own accord every time his brother, Seokjin, asks him to run for a diaper supply.Â
He adores his nephew, thatâs a fact, which is why he spoils him so much whenever he comes by. What he doesnât like is his brother bulldozing through his already set plans for the day.
The day is bright and the weather is clear, but Jeongguk complaining to his brother over the phone is making it seem like itâs gloomy.
âHyung, I donât fucking get this shit,â his brows furrowed as he studies the packaging intently. âHow am I supposed to know what to get?â
âThe size is on the leftâŠI think?â Seokjin nervously gulps, hoping his memory serves him correctly.
âThereâs nothing here,â Jeongguk sighs as he returns the diaper back on the shelf.
It was now Seokjinâs brows turn to knit, âWait, what were you holding?â
He squints his eyes at the item he just returned, âUhh itâs Pampers?â
âAh, we usually buy Huggies for Iseul,â Seokjin shrinks in his seat as soon as he hears his younger brother inhale sharply. âSorry I forgotâŠagain.â
âYou couldâve told me that earlier!â Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jeongguk threw his head back in frustration. âOkay, Huggies. What size?âÂ
âSize 4!â His elder brotherâs enthusiasm made him pull his phone away from his ear. âWhile youâre at it, can you get me Frosted Flakes, too?â
âI donât get paid enough for this shit. Goodbye,â he quickly ended the call, randomly throwing three packs of diapers in his cart, not even looking at it anymore.
Jeongguk turns his cart with little to no effort while whistling to ease his boredom as he makes his way to the next aisle. If his assumptions are correct, mostly based on his grocery shopping observations, this particular store doesnât carry frosted flakes. But then again, it doesnât hurt to try.Â
âFrosted flakesâŠFrosted flakesâŠâ Jeongguk mumbles as he scans every row for the cereal. When there was no sight of the blue box, he frowned.Â
Jeongguk: There are no frosted fucking flakes [2:00 PM]
Seokjin Hyung: am sad ;-( [2:00 PM]
Jeongguk: You type like an idiot [2:00 PM]
Just as he was about to push his cart out of the breakfast aisle, a soft voice stopped him from doing so, âExcuse me? Can you help me reach the Lucky Charms?â
Looking over at his shoulder, he lifts a brow, âAnd why would I do that? Do I look like I work here?â
Your lips parted as you scanned him from head to toe. Somehow, you felt embarrassed that he assumed he was an employee when heâs wearing literally every black clothing there is to exist. A nice fit on his body, though, if you may add.Â
âNo, but IâuhmâyouâreâŠtaller than me,â feeling extra small and intimidated by his cold aura, you didnât meet his gaze anymore. Instead, your eyes stayed glued to your feet, âActually, itâs fine. Iâll just call theââ
He didnât even give you enough time to finish your sentence.Â
The next thing you know, his big body was blocking your vision as he reached for the cereal on the top shelf with ease. Jeongguk didnât even need to tip his toes like you normally would and that was weirdly amusing for you.
âHere,â he hands you your box of cereal.
âOh,â it took you a while to process what just happened so you blinked. Multiple times.
When your eyes slowly grew wide and your smile reached up to your eyes, Jeongguk couldâve sworn that love at first sight wasnât an urban legend anymore. Like, who even bows at a full ninety degrees just for a mere cereal box? Definitely not him.
âThank you so so much!â You waved the box to a dumbfounded Jeongguk who only nodded his head as you pushed your cart away.Â
He just watched you walk away happily, maybe even trying to remember whatever tune you were humming as you walked away.Â
Without breaking his gaze from where you once were, Jeongguk pulls his phone out and presses on his brotherâs number like it was muscle memory, âHyung, do you need anything this week?âÂ
âItâs all good, today was just a mishap,â Seokjin reassures.Â
âOkay, how about next week? I canâuhhârun to the groceries or some shit,â he nervously asks, hoping his brother would never catch anything suspicious.
âI think weâre all good for now,â his brother says with conviction, but only because he doesnât want to bother his younger brother for errands next time.
âYou sure?â Jeongguk pushes.
âYes, Jeongguk. Iâm very sure,â Seokjin sighed. â...Are you flirting with the cashier again?â
âFuck off, just wanted to help you while I buy cat food for Sage,â the tip of Jeonggukâs ears has now turned to red as he blatantly lied.
His elder brother snorted on the other line, knowing how much of a terrible liar his brother is, âYeah right, you and your cat.â
âYouâre full of shit,â Jeongguk once again ended the call before Seokjin could retort anything again.Â
Maybe grocery shopping might be one of his new hobbies.Â
âCooper?â You sniffed as you walked outside your building, softly calling out for your lost cat.Â
Itâs been 3 hours and youâre literally freezing outside, not giving up until you find your beloved pet. This isnât the first time Cooper, your escape artist of a house pet, went out of your unit. The first time he got out, you found him at a nearby construction site because apparently, he thinks itâs a giant litter box for him to enjoy. The second was when he, for some weird reason, found himself stuck on the roof of your complex. How he got there, you wouldnât ever know.
âHey, Y/N! Ohâ youâre crying,â your ever so cheerful neighbor, Jimin, stops in his tracks when he sees the tears pooling in your eyes. âDid Cooper get out again?â
You slowly nodded, lips quivering from trying to stop yourself from breaking down. Every time your cat goes for his so-called walk, you end up in tears. And every time he does, itâs always Jimin who always finds him and brings him back to your unit.Â
âSay, if I do find him again â which Iâm positive I will â Iâll be right by your door, alright?â He assures you with a smile. For some reason, everyone calls him the pet whisperer for always babysitting the neighborsâ pets, so all you can do is trust his words on that.
âT-thank you,â you mumbled under your breath with sadness.Â
Jimin felt so bad looking at your state. Not when heâs so used to seeing you all full of spirit, âWhy donât you go up and make yourself something warm while waiting for him, hmm?â
And that you did. Only because the only choice you had was to patiently wait for your catâs return.
Dragging your feet as you climbed the stairs, you were sure the rest of your neighbors could hear the lazy thud of your feet against the floor.Â
With a head hung low and a slump on your shoulders, you tiredly sighed, wanting to reach your door so you could finally cry your worries out. A pair of feet waiting outside your unit is what made you raise your head.Â
Leaning by your door is none other than your cereal hero from the other day, Jeongguk, who looks even scarier now than you last saw him.Â
âGod, fucking finally, youâre here,â the crease in his forehead quickly goes away when you can no longer hold back your tears. You covered your face from embarrassment and sobbed silently against your palms.
âShouldâve bit my tongue there,' he thought.Â
âIâm sorry,â he says with full remorse. âI can come back later when youâre feeling better.â
You slowly removed your hands from your face, wiping your tears with the back of your hands, âItâsâŠokay. Iâm just having a bad day right now.â Hiccuping in between words and sobs, you still tried to form coherent sentences, âIâI couldnât find my cat.â
âCooper with the 9A tag?â Your brows rose at the mention of your pet AND your unit number. The look on your face says it all, âYeah, I figured.â
âYouâyou found him!â Not gonna lie, there was a sense of relief that finally washed over you. At least Jimin doesnât have to scour the chilly weather today.
Jeongguk scratched the back of his ear, clearing his throat nervously, âHeâuhmâIâWhy donât you go inside for a while?â
Seeing his behavior as suspicious, you narrowed your eyes at him, âNo. I wanna see Cooper now.â
âSorry, sweetheart, but you canât,â he says sternly.
âYour devilâs spawn Cooper is fucking my Sage in the fire exit.â
âWhy not? Heâs my cat,â you retort.
Jeonggukâs brows knit together once again, slowly losing his temper over a mere house pet, âAre you rude or what? You just canât see him right now. Itâs not that hard to understand.â
You were so appalled with how he wasnât making any sense right now. All you wanted was to have your cat home and snuggle with him after crying about him the whole day, âHow is taking my own cat home rude? Do you have any common sense?â
âDo you have any common sense?â He mimicked the words with a mocking tone and a sarcastic chuckle. âI actually do. But do you have one? Because Iâm sure as hell you wouldnât like it if someone walks in on you mid fuck!â
Just as you were about to retort, he cuts you off, âTell me your cat is spayed or Iâll go ape shit right now.â When you finally understood what he has been trying to tell you, your eyes widened. And when he finally got the hint your expression was giving, he rolled his eyes, âYouâve gotta be shitting me.âÂ
At this, you immediately shut up. There is nothing you want more in this world right now but to sink into the floor. Horrified would be such an understatement to describe the look on your face.
âOh, fuck. Did I offend her?â Jeongguk mentally slaps his head.
He sighs, âListen, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean it that way.âÂ
You slowly nodded your head, âUhm, itâs okayâŠI guess.â
And then awkward silence filled the space between the two of you.
You were shuffling side to side while looking down at your feet. On the other hand, Jeongguk looked around, arms crossed and still leaning against the wall, still thinking of ways he can strike another proper conversation with you without sounding forced.
Not bearing the unnecessary tension anymore, he chose to break the silence, âSo, we need to talk about our setup.â
âIâm sorry but what setup?â You didnât know what you were getting into and youâre more than confused at this point.Â
âFor child support.â Jeongguk massaged the bridge of his nose with eyes closed, obviously regretting that it had to be him to bear you this news, âClearly your cat is a fuckboy.â
You blinked, â...Oh, You mean kittens!â
âWhatever floats your boat, but I demand child support,â he shrugged.
âUhm, okay.â Squinting your eyes in confusion with your head slightly tilted to the side, you asked, âAnd we need to settle that once and for all, right?âÂ
He nodded, âRight.â
Not sure where to start with your part of the deal, you suggested your idea meekly, âIâuhhâcan send cat food every month for the kittens?â
Jeongguk looked up, thought about the idea at first, then nodded with approval, âFair enough. Sounds good to me.â
You sighed with relief when he took it into consideration.Â
Feeling as though the help youâre extending wasnât enough âchild supportâ yet, you timidly peeked at him through your lashes and honestly admitted what youâve been thinking about, âSorry, thatâs all I could think of right now. I donât know how else I could compensate for my catâsâerrâbehavior.â
He didnât say anything. Yet. He just looked at you which made you jolt in the discomfort of being under someoneâs watch.
âWe could go out and eat or some shit?â Jeonggukâs ears slowly turned red.Â
âJeongguk, you airhead. You canât ask her out like this!â When your lips, yet again, parted, he wanted to take back what he said until you beat him to it.
âThereâs a nice cafe down the street,â when you gave him a soft smile, thatâs when he finally returned one, too.
Jeongguk in disbelief was such a rare sight to see, âFucking sorcery.â
âIâm Y/N, by the way. Cooper from 9Aâs mom,â you extend your hand politely while pointing at your unit number thatâs on your door.
âJeongguk from 9B, Sageâs peasant,â As he takes your hand, he notes how his are bigger compared to yours.
A lot can happen in a year and the next thing you know, the so-called âchild support'' turned to cat co-parenting, then turned to moving into the same unit.Â
Who wouldâve thought that the intimidating, seemingly offish Jeongguk is actually a sweetheart? Definitely not you.
If you asked Jeongguk to list down ten things he likes about you, heâll give you fifty. If you asked him anything under the sun, he surely knows all the answers to it because heâs that smart. If you make your eyes round enough like that of a doe, he would literally do anything you ask of him â which says a lot because Jeon Jeongguk hates a lot of things but never you.
One of the many things he liked doing is watching you reach over cupboards with a sly smirk grazing on his face. A cocky smirk that he could proudly wear because stools aren't shit when youâre naturally born tall. He watches you struggle, and when heâs had enough worry to rile him to step in, wraps an arm protectively around your waist and reaches over with ease. Oh, how he adored stepping in whenever you struggled. It makes him feel needed.
On the contrary, his self-control and patience are put to the test whenever he stops himself from shoving his cock balls deep inside your cunt whenever you would grind on him just to get off. At least you graduated him from thigh riding, right? The sexy lingerie youâd occasionally wear isn't of much help either.Â
God, his temper is awful whenever heâs edged but he always tries.
The farthest Jeongguk has gone with you is to eat you out and finger you with, much to his surprise, three digits. The farthest youâve done with him is a basic handjob and a hesitant blowjob because you didnât know if you were doing it correctly or not.
You appreciate how he would never force you to do something youâre not yet ready to do. Knowing how losing your virginity (even at a big age) is overwhelming, heâd rather take all his time warming you up than making you feel bad just to satisfy himself.Â
One of the few stimulating positions you enjoyed doing with your boyfriend is assaulting your wet pussy while laying on his buff chest, preferably in front of a mirror because Jeongguk loves watching your facial expressions as you reach your high â just like now with your discarded lingerie sprawled across the floor.
âWanna see you insert another finger in there, princess,â he whispers against your ear in a husky voice, not breaking his eye contact off of you through the mirror in front of your shared bed.
You squirm against his sweaty skin when the added digit hits a new sense of pleasure, âA-ah! Can you please do it for me?â Jeongguk couldâve sworn his cock twitched when you begged with puppy eyes but he shakes his head, making you whimper like a brat. âYourâŠyour fingers feel betterâŠthan mine,â you utter breathlessly with a pout.
He chuckles, still not budging to take over or say anything.Â
Knowing how much your boyfriend loves to hear your pleas just so you can cum, your other hand reaches over to his cock, stroking it at the perfect tempo just the way you know he likes it. Under your touch, he hissed at the sudden sensation.
âKoo?â You say almost in a whisper, still stroking his shaft, âIâŠI want you inside me.â
âBaby,â he warns under his breath.
âI wantâŠI want it to be with you,â you admit shyly. âI-I can take all of you, y-you know?â
Feeling as though heâll lose this time, he sighs and reaches for the drawers to grab a condom, âIf it hurts tell me to stop, alright?â You donât say anything back but he could feel your heart race, âNeed your words, princess. Or else weâre cutting the fun short.â
Out of panic, you think you jumbled the words out of your mouth, âAhâyes! I will, K-koobear.â
âKoobear,â he scoffed, then poked his tongue in his cheek, eyeing you intently at the use of the nickname while ripping the foil open. âItâs either you call me by my government name or baby, but preferably when I fuck you,â he explains further while rolling the condom down to his shaft.
âWhy? I like calling you Koo and youâre as big as aâOh!â Your words are immediately cut short when the tip of his cock slowly enters your core.Â
âDo you want to stop?â He asks with worry.
Shaking your head, you threw your head back and rested against his chest, âN-no, just a switch in our positions, I think.â
âYou think?â He scoffs.Â
In one swift movement, well more like a blink of an eye, it was as if you were manhandled by him when he flips the position in a snap â it was now him hovering over your body thatâs small compared to his. He towers over you, pinning both of your hands with one hand, and he smirks at this. If anything, heâs enjoying the very obvious size difference between you and him. You felt small, heck curling up would make you even tinier, but the feeling of enjoying it is bubbling in your stomach.
Jeonggukâs brows lifted as he parted your legs, seeing how wet youâd already been. Itâs so fascinating to him how such a tiny cunt could be so slick, âJesus Christ, youâre wet as hell.â
âDonât say that,â you shyly mumbled while watching your boyfriend through your lashes.
âWhat? Getting shy already?â He teases as he leans down to your dripping cunt.
Jeongguk spreads your legs apart, tracing his nose along your slit thatâs enough to send shivers down your spine. He sure knows what heâs doing, alright. He then spits in your pussy and watches his spit dripping along your slit, humming in approval when your hole sucked in his spit.Â
âMmm, now thatâs a needy cunt,â an amused smirk graces his lips when he notices your goosebumps. âI promise you wonât regret this.â
Chuckling, you replied, âI donât think there was ever a time that I regretted anything with you.â
Your boyfriend leans in closer as he aligns his hardened member in your entrance, âThatâs so good to hear from you, princess.â Slowly, he enters inside you making you wince slightly, âGod, youâre tight as fuck.â
You let out a soundless gasp, lips parted, and eyes pooling with tears from the mixed feeling of slight pain and pleasure. Jeongguk notices this and briefly stops when his whole length is finally inside you, âYou good?â
âY-yes, it just feelsâŠso different,â you assured.Â
âIâll move now, alright?â His thumb runs across your cheeks soothingly as he slowly fucks you until you adjust to his size. Underneath him, you look so fragile, so helpless, yet so submissive to him.Â
Your hands trailed down to where he was bulging under your skin, rubbing his embossed form while your eyes fluttered, âY-youâre so big, Koo. So deep inside me.â
âIâll let you adjust to my length, babe,â there was a tinge of amusement inside of him as he studies every reaction your body makes.
âItâs okay, I can take it,â you say with conviction this time, and that made him somewhat proud â you take all of his fat and big cock with no fuss.
âThis pussy is made for me, huh?â Jeongguk picks up the pace this time only because he enjoys watching your tits bounce as he rocks your body. âMakes me wanna do crazy shit like have your name tattooed on my rib,â you gasped, scratching lines against his back.
âPlease look at me,â he gently moves away the stray hairs that stuck on your sweaty face. âWanna see how pretty my baby is.â
You slowly open your eyes with a lust-filled gaze and this is where he lost his shit. He rams inside of you faster and harder this time, making you arch your back at the newfound pleasure he was hitting.Â
âWhat if I break this condom off and fill you with my cum?â Your pussy tightens at the idea of his cum overflowing out of your cunts because it couldnât take how much he had spurted inside of you. âFuck, you tightened. You like that donât you?â
Obviously not thinking straight because your boyfriend was fucking your wits out, you nodded, âIâ yes, want you to fuck me harder âtil it breaks.â And so he did fuck you hard.
It was like a magic word that made him cum so fast and you the same.
He could feel your body trembling, your breathing still fast. He waited for a moment or two for himself to soften up so he could pull out gently. Your still slightly clenching hole almost pushing his dick out of yourself. Meanwhile, he discards the condom with no mess.
You whined at the empty feeling, and he hushed you gently, moving around so he was sitting up against his headboard, your body on his lap, head on his shoulder. His hand moved back and forth over your spine, the other keeping your body steadily against him.Â
âYou did so, so good baby.â He gently whispered between your breaths, still coming out a little faster than they should. âI was actually kind of worried you wouldnât be able to take it. You impress me too much, you know that?â He said, making you giggle.Â
You werenât quite back yet, still bathing in your own afterglow, and he simply waited for you to calm down, slowly becoming aware of your surroundings again. Legs still shaking from losing your virginity, you noticed a pool of wetness in your sheets.
âThe sheets are soiled,â you frowned.
Jeongguk clicked his tongue teasingly, âThatâs not very nice of you, princess.â
âIâm sorry,â you peeked at him with a tired pout.
âItâs fine. Itâs time to change it anyway,â he runs his finger against your back, making soothing circles that made you fall asleep instantly.
Wearing short dresses while out in the park is one of the small joys you enjoy doing with your boyfriend. Not to mention that sitting on his lap is a plusâŠexcept he gets overprotective whenever your skirt riles up like now â one hand over your lap, serving as weights to the fluttering fabric.
Guess guard dog privilege is real when Jeongguk is your boyfriend.
Peeking at him, your brows rose at his creased forehead, "Why do you look like you're ready to fight?"
"Because I am," he says without blinking, though his eyes are following those who would spare you a glance.
You blinked in confusion, "...What?"
"Yes," he nodded with assertiveness.Â
Ah, of course. Being overprotective. Such a Jeongguk thing to do.
There are days when you donât understand what your boyfriend is doing, but you canât deny the fact that heâs fun to be around. Like always, you shrug it all off, sit on his lap, and wrap your arms around his neck as you nuzzle against his skin â a sure way to make him smile from ear to ear.
âBaby, can you take one of those polaroid pictures in that lingerie?â He asks with lips against your hair. Jeongguk has a habit of kissing the side of your head just because he can.
At this, your lips part at the sudden request; heâs never asked this before, âWhy?â
âWanna keep it in my wallet,â he only shrugged when you blinked at his answer. âIâm romantic as fuck.â
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Pairings: Jeongguk + Reader
Genre: a fluffy established relationship, cat-astrophe universe
Word Count:Â 1.6k+ words
Note: This is a side story to Cat-astrophe. Setting is around the time they just moved in and about to have the kittens.
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Cooper and Jeongguk lowkey hate each other, but your boyfriend loves you so much that he puts up with your catâs antics.
Jeongguk calls Cooper random nicknames â usually "the demonâs spawn" â while Cooper enjoys annoying him in the most inconvenient of times by knocking items off the shelf whenever your boyfriend's in the middle of an important zoom meeting just because he feels like doing it.
Itâs also been part of his routine to look for your cat before you get home from work or else god forbid that you cry when you come home to a missing cat. Because if thereâs one thing that Jeongguk hates in the world the most, that would be seeing you cry.
If he could wrap you in a bubble just to keep you safe he would but he also knows that would be too overbearing of him to do. As much as he wants to be that kind of boyfriend, he respects your boundaries and your need to be independent. Â
Cooper has a habit of running away whenever he feels like it and then returning home when youâre done crying so much from worrying. He no longer stays in the fire exit or the complexâ rooftop, and the construction site near your building has already finished so heâs moved on with that as well. Finding him is harder these days which is why your worry doubles and all your poor boyfriend could do is console you and scour your area for your troublesome cat.
You spoil your cat so much, showering him with treats and toys he barely cares about. Right now, Jeonggukâs forehead is creased, gaze throwing daggers at a small, fluffy black cat with yellow eyes, who obviously looks uninterested in him. The black cat in question, what he likes to refer to as a pocket demon, is none other than your beloved cat Cooper, enjoying his time in random trashed boxes.Â
Your boyfriend sighs as he scratches his brow with his thumb, âY/N buys you so much unnecessary shit and all your ungrateful ass wants is trash?â
Cooper meows when Jeongguk picks him up with one arm. Looking at the feline, he points at it and sternly reprimands him as if it were a real person, âYou have a wife waiting for you at home. This isnât very husband of you, Coops.â
Looking at his watch, he sighs with relief, âWeâre lucky she isnât home yet.â
Moving in with Jeongguk was such a breeze.
Your friends told you how much of an adjustment it would be to cohabitate with a partner but that wasnât the case for you and Jeongguk. If anything, everything has been nothing but exciting. You work a nine-to-five office job while he works from home, drawing panels for a known comic book publisher.
You used to come home wondering whether or not youâd come home to a missing cat or not, but lately, Cooper seems to enjoy staying at home. Nowadays, you come home to your boyfriendâs cooking filling up the whole unit. Admittedly, Jeongguk cooks better than you and youâre not one to complain or argue whenever he offers to cook for the day. After all, your boyfriend loves spoiling you.Â
Jeongguk doesnât particularly hate nor does he like being called Koo or Koobear, but because itâs you who calls him by his special nickname, he lets it slide. His friends would even joke around about it, saying that theyâd seen him black in and out of being drunk but never a simp over a girl. But then again, youâre not a regular kind of girl. At least not to him.
You give him a sense of stability and home that he wants to get his shit together like a proper adult because of how much of an inspiration and driving force your existence is to him. If thatâs no love then he doesnât know what else to call it.Â
He used to be the kind of boyfriend some would like to call a bit nonchalant. In his defense, heâs never been in a proper relationship when all heâs ever had were situationships in gray situations.Â
Jeongguk doesnât know what kind of change ticked his switch, but he finds himself wanting to do things for you because seeing you comfortable makes him happy. The more he spends time with you, the more he realizes that his love language isnât only touching but also acts of service.
And this was only solidified when his pregnant cat, Sage, was about to give birth at the most inconvenient time of the day.Â
âOh my god, oh my god,â you frantically paced back and forth to the living room, flailing your hands to fan yourself. âWhat are we going to do, Koo?â
While you are busy panicking, he comforts you while gathering all the things he needs, âBaby, itâs fine. Just sit by the couch, Iâll handle this.â
He had prepared himself mentally for this. Months of researching in case something unfortunate happens (like the nearby vet being closed for the holidays) and he was right. And so, he did what he had to do because you were too frantic to move and help around.
âBut what if something goes wrong,â you look at him with glassy eyes.
Cupping your face, he gently grazes a thumb over your cheek, âI got this, okay?â
You gulped the lump in your throat and nodded with hesitation.
'Koobear knows what to do. He always does,' you tell yourself while trying to calm down.
Hours seemed like an eternity watching your boyfriendâs cat push out a litter of kittens one by one. You watched as Jeongguk wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand as he helped clean each kitten. Without realizing it, you fell asleep in the middle of it all, probably from the exhaustion of panicking and waiting.Â
To be fair, Sage did give birth at four in the morning.
Jeongguk slowly nudges you, making your tired eyes flutter. You look at your tired boyfriend smiling at you, âWanna come say hi to the kittens?â
Your eyes immediately widen in excitement. Quickly, you rush to the small basket where the kittens and Sage were that Jeongguk had warmly set up for them. âOh my gosh, theyâre sooo cute!â
All tiredness has melted away from him as he watches you coo at the litter.
You were so excited with the kittens that you named them one by one without even asking your boyfriend if he had any names in mind, âThe orange one will be, Kenobi. The one with black spots could be, Maul. And the black one that looks like Cooper could be Vader.â
He doesnât completely agree with your name choices, but what can he do? You look way too happy with the names he couldnât bring himself to say disagree.
Jeongguk smiles and kisses the side of your head, âWhatever makes you happy, love.â
As soon as he hears Cooperâs soft meows, he quickly turns to dad mode. Sternly looking at the black cat, he clicks his tongue and shakes his head, âWe need to have a serious conversation now. Man to man.â
He carries Cooper to the kitchen and props him on the countertop. He wasnât sure if a cat would understand what he was saying, but he hopes it does because he read somewhere that cats are supposedly smart.Â
âKiss the streets goodbye because you canât randomly leave the house anymore. You have kids you have to look after now,â your cat meows at a very serious Jeongguk. âI still think youâre not good enough for my Sage but what can I do? My cat and girlfriend love you, and you make them happy.â
âDonât get too comfortable with me, though. I'm watching you,â He boops the catâs nose before putting it down.
Unbeknownst to him, you stifle your chuckles while eavesdropping on their one-sided conversation.
The next day, he finds himself drawing a long, disappointed sigh while both of you look for, yet again, a missing black cat.
âWhyâwhy does he always leave?â You say in between hiccups, âAm I not a good cat mom?â
âBaby, donât say that.â Jeongguk wipes your tears with his thumb and kisses your forehead. âYouâre, like, the bestâOh. Welcome home, asshole.â He says with sarcasm while looking straight at your cat.
Lo and behold, he comes home of his own will.
You immediately whip your head, following your boyfriendâs gaze by the door where a dirty Cooper sits unbothered with a leaf in his mouth. The cat strides to the sofa, except his body is walking towards Jeonggukâs direction.
Cooper jumps on the empty space beside him and places the dried leaf on his lap. It meows and rubs his head against a confused Jeongguk, âWere you exorcised or what?âÂ
You chuckle at your boyfriendâs reaction, âHeâs giving you a gift, Koo.â
Jeongguk blinks multiple times, "...Very sus." Looking even more confused, his brows are furrowed while his mouth is agape, âOkay...? What for?â
âProbably because you helped deliver the babies, silly,â you leaned closer and left a kiss on his cheek. You smile warmly at the sight of your boyfriend scratching your catâs chin as it cozies up on his lap. âAt least he didnât give you a dead rat."
You reached over to scratch behind Cooper's ear affectionately, "He used to give me one every other week back in the day.â
âThatâs rancid,â Jeongguk laughs with a scrunched nose, resting his head against yours fondly.
A random realization popped into his head; Maybe he and Cooper were on the same boat after all â Him thinking that Cooper is no good for his beloved cat while Cooper thought the same of him with you.Â
Jeongguk leans against the door frame, arms crossed with a smirk as he watches you hang the last ornament on the Christmas tree. Feeling as if you were being watched, you looked over your shoulders to find your boyfriend watching you.
You beamed at him like a child and pointed at the ornament you just hung, âCome here, Koobear!â
He walks to the tree and squints his eyes at the ornament. It was a small frame with a picture of both of you and all the cats. He grins widely when his eyes move to the bottom and reads the handwriting that says âJeon family.â
âDo you like it?â You ask with glistening eyes.
âLike it? Hell no,â he kisses the top of your head, making you giggle. âI fucking love it.â Â
He instantly takes a picture of the decor and posts it on Instagram with a caption that says:Â
@JJK.97: It's the retired community dick rebrand for me
Funnily enough, the framed decor was a hit amongst your friends and family who would visit your home.
Hoseok in particular notes how he never in a million years would hear the Jeon Jeongguk talk softly, while all Yoongi could do was alter his gaze between you and your boyfriend, confused as to how you got his friend to agree with a sappy nickname.
Yoongi whispers, âKoobear, huh?â
He and Hoseok snorted as soon as Jeongguk threw death glares at them.
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Paper Hearts | KNJ
Rating: General
Word Count: 8.8k+words
Pairings: Namjoon x Reader, ft. Hoseok
Genre: co-working idiots to lovers, fluff, humor
Summary: When Hoseok has grown tired of silently watching the two dense idiots who canât flirt for shit, he takes matters into his own hands. Good thing thereâs a nook on the internet that anyone can upload their writing under an alias. Thinking that none of his friends will ever read it, he named his characters Namjoon and Y/N.
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Warnings: a bit of sexual innuendo in some of hobi's writing, mutual pining but don't blame them they're just idiots, hobi carrying this fic
âI canâtâI canât deal with this shit anymore,â Hoseok ruffled his hair aggressively, âAll this exhausting effort for nothing.â
Everyone in the office knows that you and Namjoon liked each other but none of you made a move.
The few moments youâve only spent with Namjoon were during work whenever he would ask you to throw in some ad-libs on the mix. Usually, youâre more than happy every time he hits you up about it so you always agree instantly. However, most of your interactions only had to do with work.
Initially, you wanted to be a recording artist but you were too awkward to try and force yourself to smile for the camera, let alone interacting with other people youâve only met for the first time. A superstarâs work wasnât for you or so you thought. Besides, you were always someone who took things with a grain of salt. Which is why you think being a producer is perfect for you because you can do the things that you enjoyed doing silently.
Producing is more than listening to layers of sound and cleaning your ears â it was tedious, draining, and demanded a lot of attention and time to work on. Sometimes, when they need backup vocals or ad-libs in the mix, you get to sing like a recording artist would inside the booth. It was good compensation for the dream you thought youâve always wanted.
You always dreaded editing everything all on your own. Thankfully, Namjoon was always there to help you out.
Namjoonâs work ethic is unmatched, which is why itâs a no-brainer when you find yourself developing a massive liking for him. He is such a perfectionist when it came to his output; He always wanted to deliver the work that satisfied his standards.
When it comes to mixing, he was your complete opposite â Namjoon loved working it all on his own and editing everything from scratch. He loved how layers of various sounds could create melodies that brought comfort or attributed to a specific memory in a personâs life.
For the longest time, all Hoseok wanted to do was to bring you and Namjoon closer together and eventually, if he succeeds, finally date each other. He had thought of a series of master plans from A to Z saved on his notes â with the title âHoseokâs Brilliant Ideas.â Sadly, most of his attempts have failed miserably.
The reason why he would go through all these efforts of trying to get the two of you to date stemmed from him simply being a hopeless romantic.
Plan A: Slow introduction.
He started it by trying to have the three of you hang out in the studio whenever artists under Min Labels had to do their recordings. Hoseok knew extending hours at work wasnât fun so he made sure you and Namjoon would get comfortable with each other first.
Plan A is supposed to work especially when you and Namjoon are both too awkward for your own good. You would blush profusely whenever he was nearby while he remained silent throughout the whole recording and mixing, heart pacing because you watched him edit the channels.
Fast forward to multiple all-nighters at the studio planned by Hoseok, you gradually grew comfortable with each other. As Hoseok looked at the both of you through his peripheral, he stifled a smile and thought, âPlan A: Success.â
Plan K: Bailout at the last minute.
The best way to get to know someone is by spending time with them. Alone. And so, Hoseok did just that. He begged both of you to come with him to the movies on a Sunday. Even said that he had always wanted to see this version of the new Spiderman movie.
When you and Namjoon have finally arrived at the theater, there are no signs of Hoseok anywhere. Like the genius he thinks he is, he made a fake excuse and said his dog gave birth when he never owned one, to begin with.
The next day, he giddily asked Namjoon about what had happened, âHow was Tom Holland as the new Spiderman?â
Namjoonâs eyes squinted as he pondered about the whole movie experience. After some time of thinking, he shrugged his shoulders and muttered a quick hum, âEh, it was okay. His villains arenât anything grand unlike the others.â
Hoseokâs lips puckered, brows arching as he nodded his head to look like he was interested, âIf thatâs the case then Iâm glad I didnât watch it.â He chuckled fakely, âSo, what did you guys do after the movies?â
âOh weâuhmâuh,â Namjoon adjusted the crew of his shirt, âWe ate popcorn.â
"Popcorn." Hoseok nodded slowly with a huge grin, âOkay, good, good. What else?â
âThen we went home,â both men blinked at each other silently for a brief moment before Namjoon decided to change the topic, âHowâs your dog by the way?â
âAh, yeah, sheâs doing fine. The puppies were cute,â Hoseok broke a sweat when suddenly remembered his lie. Thankfully, Namjoon didnât ask for pictures because he didnât have a random photo off of google saved on his phone.
Plan Z: â ïž USE IN CASE OF EMERGENCY â ïž
âThis is bad,â Hoseok thought as he listened to you talk about this one date your friend had set you up.
Last week, your friend Mina introduced you to one of her friends from work. The date wasnât too grand neither was it bad. Itâs just that the two of you didnât have much to talk about â you didnât share the same interests nor were both of you on the same page.
Benefit of the doubt, you still agreed to go on a second date with him. In all fairness, he was persistent with trying to shoot his shots at you. You werenât particularly fond of how he was all over you, but you did appreciate his efforts nonetheless.
âLove bombing is another form of abuse, Y/N,â Namjoonâs brows were knitted together, not too happy about this guy you were currently seeing.
âMaybe heâs justâŠaffectionate?â You slowly shrugged with hesitation, unsure if it was the right term or if focusing on his good qualities instead was a reach.
âI donât know,â Namjoon sighed and turned back to his computer with a frown.
After that day, distance suddenly grew between the both of you.
Hoseok was so frustrated over the fact that he had worked so hard in trying to make them friends, but now, it looks like both of you have gone back to simply being colleagues again.
This shouldnât be his problem anymore, but he canât help but feel so much anguish that the two best idiots he oh so wanted to be together can never flirt with each other like a regular person normally would â Namjoon liked to tip his toes around you while you always tried to keep a straight face, yet you still stole glances at him.
âTheyâre hopeless,â Hoseok internally panicked but pretended to just go on with writing the lyrics to one of the labelâs artists, Jeon Jungkook, who's about to have his comeback.
He tried to think of the right words that would match the emotions and Jungkookâs voice but nothing came to mind. He even gave himself an hour of a nap when he got home but still, there was nothing. The only hope he finds in search of inspiration came in the form of a website â writeit.com.
Before being a full-time songwriter, Hoseok used to do creative writing work for fun. As a teen, he used to write alternate stories about the movies that awed him, sometimes even books he enjoyed reading. In his spare time, just to stay in touch with his hobbies, he revisits his old writeit.com account and reads all his all-time favorite bookmarked stories; and today was one of those days.
Scrolling through the updated websiteâs interface, his eyes widened at the new features, âOh, cool! Theyâre posting original novels now.â
Just as he clicked on the suggested story, an idea suddenly entered â If he canât make the both of you realize it, heâll just give you the ending you deserve through writing.
It seemed like a good idea, perfect even. However, he struggled to think of what kind of genre fit the story he had in mind. Slice of life is a huge giveaway, given that this is already real life. Making it angst is like going through the hell of his failed plans all over again.
He passed through a list of genres the website had categorized in alphabetical order until he finally found something that he thinks is exciting to write.
âEnemies to lovers? Spy versus Kingpin? Sounds pretty interesting,â he smirked.
Itâs funny how he had quickly outlined the story within minutes instead of working on Jungkookâs songs. He even went to the extent of studying other writersâ formats; taking notes on how they listed their warnings, ratings, and genre. He also noticed how people did their stories differently now compared to the stories he had read before. Regardless, he had the time of his life plotting the story under the tips of his fingers.
After he had finally set out his ideas, he froze as soon as he got to the part where he had to think of his charactersâ names.
He watched the text cursor blink for a while. With brows furrowed, he debated whether or not to use any name that had a nice ring or just go with your real names; until he settled with the latter.
âItâs not like theyâll find it,â he snickered as he typed âNamjoonâ and âY/N.â
His rekindled relationship with his old hobby kept him preoccupied. The sound of his keyboard keys clicking aired through the room; as he read the story aloud in between his typing, âAt the ageâŠof twenty â five? Or eight? Yeah, Eightâs better â twenty eightâŠPark NamjoonâŠbecame the CEOâŠof ParkâŠIntellectâŠSecurity Agency â there, perfect!â
After 3 weeks of continuously going through the first chapter of his series, he called âOver Those Hills,â Hoseok cracked his knuckles with a shit-eating grin that reached up to his eyes. The mouseâs cursor hovered over the âPostâ button; and with a deep breath that he held in for a while, he finally clicked it with one eye closed.
It was purely made for fun at first but the next thing he knew, he had garnered 500k reads in less than 2 months of posting the first chapter. His readersâ comments flooded his notifications, begging for him to post the next chapter.
He originally intended to write whenever he felt like it, but since he got himself a huge readership and following, he decided to continue with it as regularly as he could...without getting caught, of course.
Over Those Hills by wordsofhope
Summary: Namjoon was given a chance to leap through every time loop just to be with Y/N. The catch? No matter how many lifetimes he has gone through, they always meet under ugly circumstances.
Rating: Mature? idk.
Genre: parallel universe, idiots to lovers (why canât they just date already?)
A/N: Hey guys! I canât believe that this series got 500k reads! Thank you so much ă
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Stay tuned of what happens next to Namjoon and Y/Nâs story, okay?
Everything was going well for his fiction writing career except for one thing â ever since he started writing about the two of you, he canât look at you or Namjoon straight anymore. He became more shifty and always in a panic.
It only grew even more when he opened up commissions on some chapters when one of the requests he would frequently get is to write a smut.
âI donât wanna sexualize them like that,â he frowned, knowing that he wasnât even sure if he could write one when it was a fluff-centric story.
Other than that, he doesnât even know what smut means â he only knows âmatureâ for a rating because that was one of the five tags the website only had 7 years ago.
There was only one person he could ask about it; Someone who is a voracious reader and well-versed with terminology â it was Namjoon.
âAm I really asking him something about his story?â
If Hoseokâs life was written fiction, this would have to be his storyâs conflict.
âHey, man,â he patted Namjoon's shoulder lightly, making him earn a nod from him in return.
âWhatâs up?â He was hesitant to answer him but Namjoon had figured it out already, âNeed help with work again, donât you?â
Hoseok shyly nodded, âYeah, actually, I do.â
âHaving a hard time with the JJK mixtape?â he shook his head, making Namjoon lift a brow, âOh, if thatâs not it then what is it?â
He scratched his head while thinking of ways on how heâd word it out properly, âOkay, I justâI donât know how to ask you this but,â He took a very deep breath, then heaved it out with his whole chest, ââdo you know what âsmutâ means?â
Namjoon stared blankly at an anxious Hoseok who waited for his reply, â...Iâm sorryâ a what?â
âA smutâŠ?â Hoseok slowly sunk his body to his office chair.
âPorn,â Namjoon mumbled while avoiding his friend's eyes but Hoseok didnât catch what he said.
âSorry, what was that?â Hoseok asked with squinted eyes, trying to read Namjoonâs lips.
Namjoon shut his eyes tightly, âItâs porn written in text.â
Hoseokâs ears turned red while Namjoonâs eyes shifted everywhere, checking if anyone had heard him but thankfully, no one did.
âI shouldnât have asked, this is hella awkward,â Hoseok mentally curled in a ball, cringing at himself for even asking such a thing when he finally realized he couldâve just googled it instead.
Itâs been a while since Namjoon had time for himself.
Whenever his schedule permits, he visits galleries or spends half of his day in a cafe while reading a book that had sat far too long on his list of things to read. Loving your job is one thing but enjoying your alone time thatâs not related to work is another.
Today is his first time trying out the new cafe that had just opened near his apartment. The ambiance screamed for him â it was perfect! He liked how it was rustic with a good balance of modern, but not too intimidating to stay. The best part of it was they have a reading section where customers can read books off the shelves.
He made his way to the counter and greeted the barista warmly, âHello, one iced americano and a croissant, please.â
She returned an equally warm smile at him as she punched his orders, âOkay, what size for your drink?â
âLarge. Iâm planning to stay longer,â she nodded.
âWill that be all?â He nodded, handing his card for her to swipe, âYour name, please?â
âNamjoon,â the baristaâs eyes grew wide. On the other hand, Namjoon looked at her with so much confusion and worry, âAre you okay?â
She nodded her head and flailed her hands to fan herself, âNo way! Someoneâs actually named Namjoon? I thought Over Those Hillsâ Namjoon was the only one to have such a name!â
Namjoonâs brows knitted as he slowly shook his head, âUhmâ not really? Itâs a pretty common name as far as I know.â
The baristaâs lips parted in shock, âWhat? It is? I thought the bookâs author made it up?â
He thought she was â what do you call it? â unusual to put it nicely, but he still chuckled at her reaction, âYeah, Iâm guessing thatâs your comfort book for you to gush over the characters like that.â
She giggled while nodding at him, âIt is! Wordsbyhope is such an amazing writer.â
3 hours have gone by but Namjoon canât seem to focus on the book he was reading and the moisture of the iced americano he had ordered earlier had started to pool on his table already.
He frowned, annoyed with himself; ever since the barista had recommended her favorite book, he had grown intrigued by it. He hates it whenever it happens â he reads a book, puts it down, then goes on to read something else more interesting.
Assuming that the cafe carried it in their bookshelf, he scanned the shelves one by one but it wasnât there. âMaybe itâs hard to find?â he thought.
Going back to his table, he pulled out his phone and looked for a certain 'Over Those Hills' in hopes heâd find a reseller who carried it on hand. After a few seconds, he tapped on the first link that redirected him to wordsofhopeâs list of works.
âNamjoon and Y/N?â he chuckled. As he read through the warnings and other story notes, his eyes shockingly grew wide at the word count per chapter, â35k!? Thereâs no way in hell Iâm reading all 50 chapters of this!â
The next thing he knows, heâs shedding tears and laughing hysterically at every scene and dialogue of every chapter he has read.
He was so invested with the series, he even made an account to follow the author to get notified every time they decided to update the story. Surprisingly, after hesitating to read all the posted chapters, he had already gone through half of it already.
Just as he finished chapter 35, there was an alert that the author had posted an announcement on his page:
Posted by: wordsofhope
Message Board: Hey guys, Iâm opening my ârequest a chapterâ commission again. Iâm letting you decide how Namjoon and Y/Nâs story goes for Chapter 51! Iâll be linking down my comms page in case youâre interested. As always, Iâll only accept one request. Thanks!
âThatâs so stupid and exploitative; why would you let someone commission you for a chapter just because youâre running out of ideas?â His forehead creased at the post yet, he still tapped on the link. It was so crazy to him that the author only charged what was considered as underpaid for a commission when their writing is so engaging, âFor 2-cents only? If I were them, I wouldnât write shit this good for free.â
As it turns out, the supporters were beyond happy that the author had delivered their requests just the way they imagined it â sometimes, even exceeding their expectations. One of the supporterâs feedback wrote: Thank you, wordsofhope for that wonderful update! Itâs like you went inside my head and put it all in beautifully written words (Iâm gonna cry, seriously). I hope you try writing smut next.
Funnily enough, he didnât just pay the author 2-cents for a chapter. He did something bigger, maybe even better â Namjoon tipped wordsofhope $50 for a fluffy update on Chapter 51 of Over Those Hills.
Was it exploitation in the form of entertainment? Probably. Will he get the most out of what he paid? Heâll make sure of it and so he did. He typed in his request in detail.
Namjoon sighed, âI should really stop reacting if I'm eating my words anyway.â
Hoseokâs eyes bulged and looked like they would pop out of its sockets anytime now, âFifty-fucking-dollars!? Who the fuck is this user? Rkive? Oh, nice. Well rkive, youâre crazy I'll tell you that!â
This was something he never expected. Usually, heâd let $1 or $2 at maximum slide but $50 was too much money for one post. If this were any other writer, theyâd be more than happy to accept it in a heartbeat. However, Hoseok thought it was absurd when there were a lot of writers on the website who wrote stories far better than his. If anything, they were the ones who deserved this kind of tip.
He doesnât want to sound ungrateful about it; itâs just that he wasnât confident if he could deliver a chapter that was worth paying for that amount of money.
At first, he wanted to click the âdecline offerâ button. As soon as he read the requestâs note, his heart softened instantly.
Offer Request: rkive has tipped you $50!
Message: Hello, wordsofhope. Iâm a new reader who just found your story from a barista. If ever you accept my tip, Iâd like to request for a fluff update on the 51st chapter. I donât really know how to describe it but, maybe a scene where Namjoon sees Y/N in a room full of people or something like that. I donât really write so I wouldnât know. Your series made me think of someone I really like but canât bring myself to tell her that. I hope you can channel my feelings through your writing. Iâm also sure youâll give it justice. Thank you in advance :) -rkive
Hoseok sighed. There is no way heâs declining something as heartfelt as this; he had accepted numerous tips and requests but, this was the first time a reader had told him something like this, âWhatever expectation this rkive has, I hope he lowers them.â
It would be a shame to let this supporter down so he made sure to write it as best as he can. He thought of the instances when either yours or Namjoonâs eyes would light up as soon as the other entered the room. Hoseok smiled as soon as he found the opening words to the new chapter.
âNamjoon entered the hallâs heavy double doors, wearing a suit and tie that fitted him well â okay, pretty good â His eyes scanned through the hall until his gaze landed on somethingâŠrather, someoneâNice, nice,â Hoseok proofread his work aloud, not even sipping the coffee that heâs holding, âThere she was, standing in her black backless dress â does that sound sexy? I donât know â her eyes met his dark orbs. When she smiled at him, he realized he had just lost a game he has never played â fucking brilliant!â
He typed his authorâs note with a big smile, hoping the supporter who requested this chapter enjoyed reading it as much as he had fun writing it.
Authorâs Note: This chapter has been requested by rkive! I hope you liked it (but if you didnât, let me know so I can send back your refund)
âOh boy, I just know rkiveâs gonna love this cliche scene,â after double checking if he had missed out some words or punctuations marks, he scheduled the chapter and called it a night.
Five weeks had passed but sadly, there were still no notifications of the author updating the story.
Namjoon almost lost hope and even thought that he had been ripped off of $50. He just went on with his work and continued checking if the signal flow was good enough, then adjusted the channels once again on parts he wasnât too happy with it. From time to time, he would check his phone for any alerts â still, he got nothing.
Hoseok tiredly walked into the studio, carrying his laptop with one hand while the other holding a folder. The heavy bags under his eyes gave it away that he had missed a couple of nights of sleep from writing songs and stories. Namjoon craned his neck to greet him but was taken aback by Hoseokâs weary state.
His gaze followed Hoseok, who lazily threw himself on the couch, burying his face and mentally begged for an hour of sleep, âWow, you look like shit. Rough day?â
âYeah, you could say that,â he says but, it sounded muffled, âI badly need coffee right now.â
âIf youâre paying for mine then, I might go with you,â Namjoon snickered.
Hoseok lifted his head only to roll his eyes, âFine, itâs on me. Youâre lucky my freelance money came in.â
'Freelance money my ass,' he thought to himself.
Namjoonâs was floored at the sudden offer. He slowly clapped his hands while his mouth formed an âo,â surprised that Hoseok was feeling generous today.
'Not me paying him with coffee instead of royalties for using his name,â was all Hoseok thought about on the way to the coffee shop right around their buildingâs corner.
While they were waiting for their sandwiches to arrive, Namjoonâs phone finally lit up with the notification he had been waiting for the past weeks.
He hurriedly opened the storyâs page and proceeded to read his highly anticipated commissioned chapter. Meanwhile, Hoseok lifted a brow as he watched Namjoon smiling widely at his phone.
âReally? Flirting in front of my latte?â he frowned.
Namjoon chuckled, âIâm not flirting with anyone. I'm reading.â
Hoseokâs brows shot up with excitement, âOh cool, youâre back to reading again. What book is that?â
Namjoonâs gaze went back and forth between his phone and Hoseok, who was waiting for his answer, âItâsâIâuh, itâs not really a book but kinda like that, if that makes sense?â
He watched Hoseokâs eyes squint as he tried to guess, âSo a PDF?â
He shook his head hesitantly, âKind of but not quite.â
Hoseok ran his fingers through his soft hair, then scratched the back of his head, âCan you just show me what it is instead of making me guess?â
Namjoon sighed and hung his head low. Thereâs no way of getting out of Hoseokâs insistence at this point when he is also an avid reader himself.
He reluctantly handed his phone to him, which he quickly snatched away from his hands, very excited to read if the synopsis would pique his interest or not.
âDonât judge me, alright? Itâs a good read so your opinion doesnât matter unless youâve read it,â Namjoon utters under his breath as he slumped his back to his seat.
âCalm down, I wonât,â Hoseok chuckled.
Much to Hoseok's horror, his smile faltered as soon as he read âOver Those Hills by wordsbyhope.â There was nothing negative he could say about what he was reading when he wrote it himself.
Heâs doomed â not yet but, technically, he also is.
He wanted to scream and bawl in the middle of the cafe right at that moment. All along, he thought the odds of either you or Namjoon finding his stories were at zero. Unfortunately, the universe thinks itâs such a good prank to let his story find its way to it's main characters.
âSee? Youâre judging me and my taste based on what Iâm reading,â Namjoon frowned.
âIâuhâno, itâsâŠitâs interestingâyeah,â Hoseok stammered through his words, âUhm I need to go to the restroom, be right back!â
He took long strides, almost sprinting, to the menâs restroom to calm himself down in one of the cubicles inside. Pacing in circles inside the small space he was in, Hoseok nervously bit on his fingernails while his heart pounded wildly against his chest.
When he had grown dizzy from all the pacing he did, he leaned against the wall with both hands on his head, âHoly fucking shit, thereâs no way this is happening right now!â
Namjoon waited for him to come back but he was taking too long. Growing bored while waiting for his friend, he decided to check the restroom and see if he was okay.
As soon as he got in, there was no sign of Hoseok near the sink or the urinals so he assumed he was in one of the cubicles.
âHoseok?â Namjoon gently called out with a tad of worry lacing his voice.
Hoseokâs body jolted in surprise at the sound of his voice, âY-yeah?â
âYou okay, man?â Namjoonâs brows knitted together, hoping he was alright inside. âAre you sick?â
Hoseok felt like he was going to pass out anytime; he was breaking out in cold sweats and his body shivered as if he was sick from a fever of some sort, âIâuhâgo away, Namjoon! I haveâŠI have diarrhea â Yeah, thatâs right â please, j-just wait for me outside and let me shit in peace!â
Namjoon hysterically laughed as he pinched his nose in case the weft of Hoseok's bowel movement entered his airways, âOkay, come out whenever youâre ready.â
Your brother, Taehyung, was very keen for you to meet his new girlfriend. You wished you could roll your eyes at him, but unfortunately, you couldnât when the girl sitting across from you was so nice.
This has been the sixth time this year that youâre meeting a new girl he had started dating (again) so, you had to put on your best sister facade. You werenât sure if he just fell in love too fast or was he simply went through women like tissue. Regardless, you were happy as long as he was.
âSoyeon, this is my sister, Y/N." He deadpans at you with a look you knew, "Y/N, this is my girlfriend.â
Taehyung tried to be calm while his darting eyes sent telepathic signals that pleaded: âPlease, be niceâ which you got right away.
âHi Soyeoââ
âI canât believe it! Your nameâs really Y/N!â Your eyes grew in surprise when she squealed. Taehyung, on the other hand, winced as he covered his right ear with a finger.
âIâyeah, why? Is there a...problem with my name?â You awkwardly chuckled.
âNo, itâs just that I'm reading this series called âOver Those Hillsâ and I met a customer who shared the same name as one of the main characters and now I met you! This is crazy!â Her excitement burst so much, you and Taehyung had exchanged fake smiles.
From under the table, you and Taehyung were exchanging messages. Both of you tried your best to type accurately without even looking down at your screens. It wasnât the first time the two of you had done it. However, secretly talking about people in front of them wasnât nice but, they didn't have a choice.
Y/N: gf's crazy [2:34 PM]
Taehyung: ur being mean rn [2:34 PM]
Taehyung: sheâs not crazy just weird [2:34 PM]
Taehyung: I think [2:34 PM]
Y/N: bye bye time me thinks [2:35 PM]
Taehyung: shut up lol [2:35 PM]
Taehyung: but facts tho [2:35 PM]
You tilted your head to the side while squinting your eyes, âIâm sorry, whatâs crazy? And why?â
âBecause!" Soyeon exasperated. "One of the leadâs love interest is also named Y/N!â Your brows shot up when you finally understood why.
âFunny coincidence?â you chuckled.
âYou should try reading it on writeit.com! Itâs by wordsbyhope and his stories never miss!â You thought her reaction was cute, albeit weird, but still cute.
By the time you got home, you opened your laptop to look for this story that got Soyeon excited.
Youâve never met anyone who shared the same name as yours; when you were a young girl, you were also bummed out when you couldnât find any âY/Nâ on the keychains that had names written on them. Itâs not that youâre interested in reading it; you just wanted to see your name written on something else just for kicks.
When the first link that came up redirected you to a story titled âOver Those Hills,â your eyes quickly looked for your name as you skimmed through the other notes the author had put up about the story. You smiled when you finally found your name, then froze in your seat when you read âNamjoonâ beside it.
â...Namjoon?â you blushed at the thought of you and him in a story.
Chances like this arenât highly possible for it to likely happen, and funnily enough, your disinterest has now turned into curiosity as you clicked on to read the rest of the story.
âTaehyungâs girlfriend was right â this is crazy.â
Unlike Namjoon and Hoseok, you werenât that much into reading unless youâre interested in it. The only things your short attention span can go through are: articles posted online since the reading time was shorter compared to a book.
It was an emotional roller coaster ride as you read your way through the chapters; you felt the warm sense of love the characters did for each other and cried at the chapters that were written with angst.
You have grown so imbued with the series, you decided to make an account just so you can leave your reactions at the chapters that you liked the most. Unfortunately, as much as you wanted to support the storyâs writer, you didnât want to spend money on a chapter request. Instead, you left comments that were heartfelt and very appreciative.
justwannalook says: I love how Y/Nâs constantly growing as the book progresses! Though she isn't real, I'm rooting for her.
wordsbyhope replied: Thanks for your kind words! Glad that you enjoyed reading it <3
Every chapter was so good, you couldnât stop yourself from reading the rest of it until youâd gotten to the most recent chapter that was posted.
The butterflies in your stomach fluttered wildly inside your stomach while your heartbeat felt like it could crush a rib from the erratic pounding it did inside your chest.
âThis is so cute! I wonder what it feels like to be looked like that,â you giggled like a high schooler until youâve finished reading the chapter.
You rarely rave about something that youâve read through on rare occasions like this, you tend to get carried away as you raved about the story. Itâs great that the label had given you some time off on one of their artistsâ mixtapes so, what better way of letting your excitement flow than telling an avid reader about it â you message Namjoon.
Y/N: If you told me reading was fun then I wouldâve started reading a long time ago [7:20 PM]
Namjoon: lol thatâs what Iâve been telling you [7:20 PM]
Namjoon: What book are you reading? [7:20 PM]
Y/N: Itâs not really a book but itâs called Over Those Hills [7:21 PM]
Namjoon: No way! I love that series! [7:21 PM]
Y/N: So youâve read it? I was just about to recommend it to you! [7:22 PM]
Namjoon: Hehe sorry I beat you to it. What are your favorite chapters? [7:22 PM]
Y/N: I think chapters 8, 13, and the 51. Whatâs yours? [7:23 PM]
Namjoon bit his inner cheek, contemplating whether or not to tell he liked the recent one as well when he paid for it. Not to mention how weird it was for the both of you to talk about a story when it used your names. Regardless, he did enjoy a good book discussion so, he just typed in a different chapter.
Namjoon: I like chapter 32 but my fave is also 51 :) [7:23 PM]
Y/N: I really thought my brotherâs girlfriend was crazy when she told me about it [7:24 PM]
Namjoon: Same with the barista that served me. Guess the seriesâ pretty popular? [7:24 PM]
Y/N: Yeah, looks like it but I can see why [7:25 PM]
The smile that was plastered on your face reached up to your eyes; you were more than happy to have someone to talk to about things that excited you.
The last guy you dated never thought twice of letting you know how uninterested he was whenever you would show him something that excited you. Growing tired of being belittled every day, you decided to end things with him.
Namjoon was right when he said love bombing is another form of an abusive relationship. You wished you had listened to him sooner but, at the end of the day, you donât regret anything that once made you feel happy.
The day you had told Namjoon about your breakup, he reassured you that you werenât the problem and you were smart to get out of it as soon as you did. You were also supposed to let Hoseok know but, he was getting busier these days until youâve completely forgotten about it already.
Hoseok had opened another chapter commission since the comments were filled with requests to open another one.
He rarely does these things as he felt it was ripping off someone elseâs ideas and getting money out of it. On the contrary, it was a great way of connecting with his readers â who had spent copious hours reading his works â to the story so he digressed the idea.
âI really need to put up a âNo Smutâ sign,â he heaved a sigh as he read a supporterâs $3 offered tip.
He wasnât keen on reading the genre nor was he very experienced with having sex. He had only done it with his past partners exclusively. Not to mention it has been a while since he had been in a relationship.
Seeming that he was at a dead-end and running out of ideas for fluff and angst, he finally gave in but with a person in mind to help him. Someone who was well versed in taking women to bed. Someone who kept him up all night from the loud moans next door â Park Jimin was his guy.
âGood luck to me. I hope he doesnât find it weird that Iâm asking for his help,â he thought as he knocked on Jiminâs unit, clutching his laptop close to his chest with clammy hands.
Within seconds, Jimin opened the door and looked at him with all smiles, âHey, hyung. Whatâs up?â
Unlike the other neighbors in the complex, Jimin was the friendliest tenant that lived around. He fondly remembers how he offered to help him carry all his things when he first moved in, making Jimin his first friend in the area. The noises that came from his unit annoyed the hell out of Hoseok but he just lets it pass because thereâs no way you can hate someone whoâs genuinely nice.
âIâ yeah, kinda. I'm writing something,â Hoseok nervously chuckled, âI hope you donât find it weird.â
Jiminâs brows shot up then knitted together, âWell, writing requires a lot of imagination and experience. Of course, I'll help you!â He lit up at Jiminâs response, âCome in, Iâll grab you a beer while we work on it.â
Jiminâs unit screamed so much of his personality the same as Hoseokâs unit did.
They sat comfortably in his living room, sitting across from each other while drinking their beers. As soon as Hoseok had asked him if he could help him brainstorm about how to write smut, Jimin spat his beer out.
âWhy are you asking me that?â At this, Hoseok was so ready to retort.
âBecause you keep the neighbors up all night with all the loud moans,â Jiminâs face turned red in embarrassment. He looked away with narrowed eyes as he brought a hand all over his face.
âFine, how can this community dick help you?â He sarcastically smiled, making Hoseok laugh.
âHow do youâuh, get things going on?â Hoseok deflated in his seat out of embarrassment.
âElaborate,â Jimin chuckled, obviously teasing.
âHow do youâŠstart it or whatever happens in between?â Hoseok sighed defeatedly, thinking if he should just refund the tip, âI donât really write things like this but, itâs already been paid for soâŠâ
Jimin grinned at him, seeming to have found a way he could sort out his neighborâs writing slump, âOkay, Iâll tell you how I usually do it. You can just write it down the exact same way or twist it a little bit. Your call.â
Hoseok listened intently as Jimin went into full detail on how things usually go. He clearly emphasized the importance of building up anticipation and why it was essential before having sex. He also elaborated on the doâs and don'ts of having sex until he had the time of his life when he explained the different kinds of sexual positions women usually enjoyed whenever he did it on them.
All throughout the back and forth throwing of questions, Hoseok blushed every shade of red there was on the color wheel. Jimin found it amusing how a writer who had probably been exposed to various materials was still uncomfortable with the taboo topics. Unlike Hoseok, he was always open to a lot of things he could try. Thankfully, he was available today to help him with his writing.
It was already midnight by the time Hoseok had finished writing the smut scene. Heaving a deep sigh, he tiredly slumped his body on Jiminâs floor, âI set myself up with this request.â
Jimin lightly tapped on Hoseokâs leg, âGet up and read it out loud, Iâll be in the kitchen listening.â
He lifted his head as his eyes followed Jimin, who made his way to the refrigerator to pull a few ingredients out. Jiminâs help was a surefire upgrade to his style of writing. For that, he was thankful for his help.
Finally sitting up, his eyes followed the cursor as he read the part, âIt must be the alcohol in his system that gave him the courage to pull her back against his chest. Slowly snaking his arm around her waist, his other hand moved her hair to the side.â
Jimin hummed with approval, âOkay, good.â
ââWhy do you always walk away from me?â Namjoon asked as he breathed her scent in, his lips tracing the outline of her jaw, sending shivers down her spine â Jimin, this is nasty as shit!â Hoseok groaned out frustratingly while Jimin only rolled his eyes at him.
âWhat do you mean? The anticipation is perfect,â Jimin looked at him with both hands on his waist, âGo on, hyung.â
Hoseok sighed when he got to the actual smut, âI canât believe I wrote this â He held both of her hands over her head, slowly lifting the hem of her dress â oh my god! â Namjoon smirked smugly, âI could get used to this viewâ â thatâs so out of character for him!â
Jimin pinched the bridge of his nose from all of Hoseokâs side comments, âListen, your seriesâ timeline doesnât even matter when theyâre jumping from one lifetime to another. Stephen Hawking even said youâre not the same person right now compared to the parallel universe version of yourself.â
Jimin was right. He enjoyed writing the story so much was that he had a lot of creative freedom in writing whatever he wanted to give the characters â which was usually the complete opposite of how both Namjoon and you were in real life. Though Jimin was too honest with his words, he immensely appreciated it.
âLooks like this chapterâs good to go,â Jimin grinned.
Hoseok pouted, slowly nodding his head, âI hope so. Thanks for the help, Jimin.â
When Hoseok had finally put the story up for reading, the first thing that you read on the chapter warning was the word âsmut.â Your eyes grew wide, unsure if you should read it or not.
No matter how good the series was, thereâs no denying it was weird that you and Namjoon shared the same names as the characters. It was written in so much detail that it felt like the two of you were actually doing it even if you werenât.
You blushed deeply as you anxiously read the chapter, only to blush even more at the smut scene. Never in a million years have you imagined having sex with Namjoon even if you had the biggest, fattest crush on him. However, it would be a lie to say that Chapter 54 wasnât good â It was excellent.
Having enjoyed this part, you quickly went to the comments section to leave your satisfied review about it. As soon as you clicked the âSend Commentâ button, one comment from a user that went by âparkjmâ caught your eye.
âWait what!?â You screamed at the top of your lungs, making your neighbors whip their heads in your houseâs direction.
Meanwhile, Namjoon bit on his fingernails as he apprehensively read every word in the current update. The chapter was about two spies falling in love but resisting the urge to be together. It wasnât something new but the way the author had written it with enemies to lovers in mind was mind-blowing.
"Oh god, thatâs wild," his eyes grew wider and wider as soon as he read the steamy scene.
There was nothing intelligent Namjoon could say â at best, he thinks he forgot how to think or speak at this point. When he finished reading it, he decided to leave his appreciation for doing well on their first smut.
Hoseok scrolls through the comments and rating with a smile. The feedback from his readers were great, and Jimin's comment of support surely made it ten times better.
Parkjm commented: Hyung, this chapter is amazing! Let me know if you need my help again on writing the smuts next time *wink* #HoseokTopTierWriter
However, as soon as he scrolled further into the comments section, the thread under Jimin's comment made his jaw drop to the floor in shock.
justwannalook replied: JUNG HOSEOK!?
rkive replied: See you on Monday, Hoseok :)
wordsbyhope (rest) replied: OH GOD
Usually, you and Namjoon would exchange reactions through text whenever the series was updated. However, although the recent update was great, it was awkward to talk about it with each other after finding out that it was Hoseokâs story they were reading all along.
Both of you didnât know whether to feel angry or not but one thingâs for sure: you needed to know why Hoseok was doing this.
Meanwhile, Hoseok was panicking in his room, gripping at his hair, âOh fuck, oh shit, I did this to myself! Iâm dead!â
He spent his weekend isolating himself in his unit, sleeplessly worrying about how heâll face you and Namjoon with a good reason why he did it. He panicked so hard he decided to put his account on an indefinite hiatus without telling any reason why.
It wasnât his business to pry on your and Namjoonâs relationships yet he agonized over the fact that the both of you can never meet eye to eye and see how actually good you would be with each other.
Out of everyone in the office, the both of you were the people he cared most about.
The dreaded Monday finally came.
âI shouldâve texted my mom goodbye before I die today,â was he thought about as he nervously entered the building.
His legs were shaking uncontrollably as he sauntered his way to the studio you and Namjoon usually worked on. The both of you were very professional so he wasnât worried about that â however, he was worried about the reactions heâd get.
His clammy palms held on the doorknob tightly for a moment, still trying to find the courage to open it and enter. When his hand that seemed to have a mind of its own twisted the knob, a pair of eyes landed on him was a glare.
âH-hey, guys?â He awkwardly greeted them.
âWell, if it isnât wordsbyhope. Happy Monday, Hoseok,â Namjoon sarcastically greeted him.
âHoseok, why?â you mumbled, trying your best not to add any more tension to the situation. Usually, you never speak that much in intense confrontations let alone find yourself the topic.
There was nothing that Hoseok felt but shame as he looked at you worriedly. Unlike you, Namjoon wasnât afraid of probing him with specific questions, âDidnât it ever cross your mind if it made us uncomfortable?â
You watched as Hoseok frowned and felt bad for him, âNamjoon, Y/N Iââ
âYou what?â Namjoon lifted a brow at him, jaw clenching as he waited for his reason. âCare to explain why you wrote about us?â
Hoseokâs shoulders slumped in defeat as he sighed deeply, âIâm really sorry if I resorted to writing about the two of you. Itâs justâŠItâs frustrating to see how much you liked each other but never shoot any shots.â
Your brows furrowed, âBut that doesnât answer our question.â
âI tried to set you guys up to date but, the both of you were so bad at flirting all my efforts were useless,â At this point, Hoseok looked like a lost puppy, âOther than that, I needed another creative outlet because Jungkookâs mixtape was burning me out so bad.â
Both you and Namjoonâs brows shut up, recounting all the times that Hoseok had bailed out of you at the very last minute â there was that trip to Busan, that time when they were supposed to see a new museum with him, and then the movie theater.
All along, they thought he was just unlucky to get himself in unfortunate emergencies. As it turns out, he was just trying to get them to spend time with each other.
Hoseokâs burnout was also true. It showed in his current work how drastic the difference it had compared to his previous ones. He was always the brain in songwriting in the company but, his poor performance is putting him under hot water lately.
On a brighter note, ever since he started writing for fun, his work improved a lot thatâs why he was able to finish Jungkookâs mixtape before the deadline.
âBut Y/N doesnât like me, she likes you,â Namjoon mumbled, âWhy would you force her with me when Iâm not the person she wantsâ Your mouth hung open at his assumption.
âW-what? No!â Both men looked at you strangely.
âNo?â They said in unison.
âIâI uhâI likeâŠ,â you took a deep breath before going on, ââI likeâŠyou,â you looked down at your shoes in embarrassment.
Namjoonâs heart felt like it was about to crack but he tried to pull himself together, âSee? She likes you, Hoseoââ
âNo, I meant youâŠJoon,â you shyly admitted. Taking a quick glance at Hoseok, you timidly say, âBut writing a story about us was unnecessary, Hoseok.â
Hoseok looked at the both of you, very apologetic of what he had done, âIâm sorry If I thought that it would be a good idea to write a happy story that you deserved when I canât let you guys see how good you are for each other,â he slumped his shoulders in defeat. âY/N, NamjoonâŠIâm really sorry, you guys. Iâll close down my account after work.â
You understood Hoseok but, you werenât sure if Namjoon did. You simply sighed, willing to let it all go now, âI donât think you can do that.â Hoseok looked at you with furrowed brows when you started giggling, âYou canât when I paid for Chapter 55 already.â
Hoseokâs jaw gaped wide, âYouâre justwannalook!?â
Namjoon gulped after finding out that you paid for a request. Being mad about it is pointless now when he also paid Hoseok to write a chapter for him.
Seeing that this is a good opportunity, he decided to join in, âUh and Iâm rkive. The one who requested for Chapter 51 to be fluff.â
Both of Hoseokâs hands rested on his head from utter shock, âYouâre the one who paid me $50 for an update!? Why are you throwing money like youâre in a strip club!?â
Your head quickly whipped to where Namjoon, who was awkwardly looking at you and Hoseok, was, âYou paid $50 for Chapter 51!? Thatâs my favorite chapter!â
Namjoon slowly nodded, nervous about what reaction heâd get from you, âY-yesâŠ? I got it after 5 weeks of waitingâ
â5 weeks!?â You looked at them with a horrified look. Meanwhile, Hoseok felt like he was about to pass out any time when you pointed your finger at him, âThis is so unfair, I paid $130 then he announced a hiatus!â
â$130!â Namjoonâs brows shot up, lips parted at how much you gave Hoseok. He looked at Hoseok with a disgusted look on his face, âAnd all I got was free coffee?â
âHe treated you with coffee?â You lifted a brow at Hoseok, whose soul looked like it had already left his body.
âIâm really, really, sorry about it. Iâll do anything, please,â Hoseok whimpered with eyes tight shut. There was a brief silence that lasted for a while.
You glanced over at Namjoon, who was also highly strung as you were. You gasped when he was already looking. He nervously smiled at you while shrugging his shoulders, mouthing âSo?â while his finger pointed back and forth between him and you.
âIs he asking me out?â You thought with your head cocked to the side as you tried to decipher what he was saying.
In response, you mouthed back an âDate?â to which he nodded.
Bringing a hand over your mouth, you felt your face heat up. At the same time, you tried to stifle your giggles when Namjoon signaled for you to wait with his hands.
The silence was too much for Hoseok already so, he slowly peeled one eye open to check what was happening. Much to his surprise, he saw both of you smiling at him, âW-what?â
âSo, anything, huh?â Namjoonâs lips ghosted a smirk, making Hoseok even more terrified of what was about to come out next.
âY-yeah, anything man,â Hoseok nodded swiftly.
âEven a refund?â You tried to stifle your chuckles when Hoseok nodded with hesitation.
âUhmâuhâsure?â You and Namjoon looked at each other, exchanging smiles.
âThen itâs settled â youâre paying for our first official date,â The both of you chuckled at how dumbfounded Hoseok was.
Hoseok just stared blankly at the wall, brows furrowed and mouth agape. When you asked if he wanted to join you and Namjoon out for lunch, he couldnât bring himself to say anything out of pure shock with how things had turned out. Knowing that itâll take him a while to process everything, the both of you decided to leave him on his own for the meantime and promised to bring him a meal when you get back.
As he sat alone in the studio, he smiled like a proud idiot when it finally dawned on him that Plan Z was a success, âAt least it was worth all the hassle.â
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jeno x gn!reader (afab anatomy). 474 words.Â
contains : dom and sub dynamics, cunnilingus, praise, overstimulation, mentions of crying, pussy drunk jeno <3, slight mention of dumbification
a/n: my first drabble!! i hope you guys enjoyed reading it and i would love to hear your thoughts đ«¶đŒ dedicated to my fellow jeno lover @okjeno <333
âthatâs it, baby, always so good for me,â jeno praises before he goes back to licking up your release, chin nearly dripping with it. youâre practically crying from the overstimulation, losing count of how many times heâs made you cum like this. he hasnât given you a single break, just fucking you with his tongue over and over until youâre nearly seeing stars.
jenoâs had you like this for what feels like hours, tongue buried in your cunt, lapping feverishly as if he was starving. it started with you riding his face, hips rolling down to meet the pace of his tongue. his nose brushes your clit, arms hooked around your thighs to pull you even closer, absolutely losing himself in your pussy. he doesnât stop after the first, second, third orgasm he gives you, only changing positions when you whimpered that you were too tired. he lays you down, barely giving you any rest before his large palms are forcing your thighs open, going back to his previous actions.
you feel another orgasm building quickly, nearly writhing away from his tongue. he tuts, pulling you back again, starting to rub little circles on your clit with his thumb and quickly, the pain fades, replaced by an overwhelming pleasure. you whimper, tears rolling down your cheeks as your hips buck, sensitivity at an all time high.
âj-jeno, canât,â is all you can muster between whines and moans, breathing already growing laboured and shaky as you feel your orgasm growing rapidly.
he doesnât slow his pace, if anything, he speeds up, spreading your thighs further. heâs so drunk on the taste of you, on the way you whimper when his tongue dips inside of you, how your body trembles when he brings you over the edge. you listen to him so well, giving him one more every time he pleads, letting him bury his face in your pretty cunt for as long as he wants to keep him happy. whenever he touches you, his end goal is to fuck you dumb, make his name the only thing you can remember, but in the process, he lets himself be consumed by his greed for you, how badly he wants to taste you. he wants to stay between your thighs, making you cum over and over so he can taste your sweetness; he wants to be absolutely drunk on your pussy. this time is no different.
âjust one more, baby, one more. give me one more,â he whispers, speeding up to try and push you over the edge. and just like every other time, he laps your juices up quickly, not stopping, even when your hands tug on his hair, writhing from the stimulation.
âyou taste so sweet, love, think you can give me one more?â
and if itâs jeno asking, how could you ever say no?
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Pairings: Jeongguk + Reader
Genre: a fluffy established relationship, cat-astrophe universe
Word Count:Â 1.6k+ words
Note: This is a side story to Cat-astrophe. Setting is around the time they just moved in and about to have the kittens.
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Cooper and Jeongguk lowkey hate each other, but your boyfriend loves you so much that he puts up with your catâs antics.
Jeongguk calls Cooper random nicknames â usually "the demonâs spawn" â while Cooper enjoys annoying him in the most inconvenient of times by knocking items off the shelf whenever your boyfriend's in the middle of an important zoom meeting just because he feels like doing it.
Itâs also been part of his routine to look for your cat before you get home from work or else god forbid that you cry when you come home to a missing cat. Because if thereâs one thing that Jeongguk hates in the world the most, that would be seeing you cry.
If he could wrap you in a bubble just to keep you safe he would but he also knows that would be too overbearing of him to do. As much as he wants to be that kind of boyfriend, he respects your boundaries and your need to be independent. Â
Cooper has a habit of running away whenever he feels like it and then returning home when youâre done crying so much from worrying. He no longer stays in the fire exit or the complexâ rooftop, and the construction site near your building has already finished so heâs moved on with that as well. Finding him is harder these days which is why your worry doubles and all your poor boyfriend could do is console you and scour your area for your troublesome cat.
You spoil your cat so much, showering him with treats and toys he barely cares about. Right now, Jeonggukâs forehead is creased, gaze throwing daggers at a small, fluffy black cat with yellow eyes, who obviously looks uninterested in him. The black cat in question, what he likes to refer to as a pocket demon, is none other than your beloved cat Cooper, enjoying his time in random trashed boxes.Â
Your boyfriend sighs as he scratches his brow with his thumb, âY/N buys you so much unnecessary shit and all your ungrateful ass wants is trash?â
Cooper meows when Jeongguk picks him up with one arm. Looking at the feline, he points at it and sternly reprimands him as if it were a real person, âYou have a wife waiting for you at home. This isnât very husband of you, Coops.â
Looking at his watch, he sighs with relief, âWeâre lucky she isnât home yet.â
Moving in with Jeongguk was such a breeze.
Your friends told you how much of an adjustment it would be to cohabitate with a partner but that wasnât the case for you and Jeongguk. If anything, everything has been nothing but exciting. You work a nine-to-five office job while he works from home, drawing panels for a known comic book publisher.
You used to come home wondering whether or not youâd come home to a missing cat or not, but lately, Cooper seems to enjoy staying at home. Nowadays, you come home to your boyfriendâs cooking filling up the whole unit. Admittedly, Jeongguk cooks better than you and youâre not one to complain or argue whenever he offers to cook for the day. After all, your boyfriend loves spoiling you.Â
Jeongguk doesnât particularly hate nor does he like being called Koo or Koobear, but because itâs you who calls him by his special nickname, he lets it slide. His friends would even joke around about it, saying that theyâd seen him black in and out of being drunk but never a simp over a girl. But then again, youâre not a regular kind of girl. At least not to him.
You give him a sense of stability and home that he wants to get his shit together like a proper adult because of how much of an inspiration and driving force your existence is to him. If thatâs no love then he doesnât know what else to call it.Â
He used to be the kind of boyfriend some would like to call a bit nonchalant. In his defense, heâs never been in a proper relationship when all heâs ever had were situationships in gray situations.Â
Jeongguk doesnât know what kind of change ticked his switch, but he finds himself wanting to do things for you because seeing you comfortable makes him happy. The more he spends time with you, the more he realizes that his love language isnât only touching but also acts of service.
And this was only solidified when his pregnant cat, Sage, was about to give birth at the most inconvenient time of the day.Â
âOh my god, oh my god,â you frantically paced back and forth to the living room, flailing your hands to fan yourself. âWhat are we going to do, Koo?â
While you are busy panicking, he comforts you while gathering all the things he needs, âBaby, itâs fine. Just sit by the couch, Iâll handle this.â
He had prepared himself mentally for this. Months of researching in case something unfortunate happens (like the nearby vet being closed for the holidays) and he was right. And so, he did what he had to do because you were too frantic to move and help around.
âBut what if something goes wrong,â you look at him with glassy eyes.
Cupping your face, he gently grazes a thumb over your cheek, âI got this, okay?â
You gulped the lump in your throat and nodded with hesitation.
'Koobear knows what to do. He always does,' you tell yourself while trying to calm down.
Hours seemed like an eternity watching your boyfriendâs cat push out a litter of kittens one by one. You watched as Jeongguk wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand as he helped clean each kitten. Without realizing it, you fell asleep in the middle of it all, probably from the exhaustion of panicking and waiting.Â
To be fair, Sage did give birth at four in the morning.
Jeongguk slowly nudges you, making your tired eyes flutter. You look at your tired boyfriend smiling at you, âWanna come say hi to the kittens?â
Your eyes immediately widen in excitement. Quickly, you rush to the small basket where the kittens and Sage were that Jeongguk had warmly set up for them. âOh my gosh, theyâre sooo cute!â
All tiredness has melted away from him as he watches you coo at the litter.
You were so excited with the kittens that you named them one by one without even asking your boyfriend if he had any names in mind, âThe orange one will be, Kenobi. The one with black spots could be, Maul. And the black one that looks like Cooper could be Vader.â
He doesnât completely agree with your name choices, but what can he do? You look way too happy with the names he couldnât bring himself to say disagree.
Jeongguk smiles and kisses the side of your head, âWhatever makes you happy, love.â
As soon as he hears Cooperâs soft meows, he quickly turns to dad mode. Sternly looking at the black cat, he clicks his tongue and shakes his head, âWe need to have a serious conversation now. Man to man.â
He carries Cooper to the kitchen and props him on the countertop. He wasnât sure if a cat would understand what he was saying, but he hopes it does because he read somewhere that cats are supposedly smart.Â
âKiss the streets goodbye because you canât randomly leave the house anymore. You have kids you have to look after now,â your cat meows at a very serious Jeongguk. âI still think youâre not good enough for my Sage but what can I do? My cat and girlfriend love you, and you make them happy.â
âDonât get too comfortable with me, though. I'm watching you,â He boops the catâs nose before putting it down.
Unbeknownst to him, you stifle your chuckles while eavesdropping on their one-sided conversation.
The next day, he finds himself drawing a long, disappointed sigh while both of you look for, yet again, a missing black cat.
âWhyâwhy does he always leave?â You say in between hiccups, âAm I not a good cat mom?â
âBaby, donât say that.â Jeongguk wipes your tears with his thumb and kisses your forehead. âYouâre, like, the bestâOh. Welcome home, asshole.â He says with sarcasm while looking straight at your cat.
Lo and behold, he comes home of his own will.
You immediately whip your head, following your boyfriendâs gaze by the door where a dirty Cooper sits unbothered with a leaf in his mouth. The cat strides to the sofa, except his body is walking towards Jeonggukâs direction.
Cooper jumps on the empty space beside him and places the dried leaf on his lap. It meows and rubs his head against a confused Jeongguk, âWere you exorcised or what?âÂ
You chuckle at your boyfriendâs reaction, âHeâs giving you a gift, Koo.â
Jeongguk blinks multiple times, "...Very sus." Looking even more confused, his brows are furrowed while his mouth is agape, âOkay...? What for?â
âProbably because you helped deliver the babies, silly,â you leaned closer and left a kiss on his cheek. You smile warmly at the sight of your boyfriend scratching your catâs chin as it cozies up on his lap. âAt least he didnât give you a dead rat."
You reached over to scratch behind Cooper's ear affectionately, "He used to give me one every other week back in the day.â
âThatâs rancid,â Jeongguk laughs with a scrunched nose, resting his head against yours fondly.
A random realization popped into his head; Maybe he and Cooper were on the same boat after all â Him thinking that Cooper is no good for his beloved cat while Cooper thought the same of him with you.Â
Jeongguk leans against the door frame, arms crossed with a smirk as he watches you hang the last ornament on the Christmas tree. Feeling as if you were being watched, you looked over your shoulders to find your boyfriend watching you.
You beamed at him like a child and pointed at the ornament you just hung, âCome here, Koobear!â
He walks to the tree and squints his eyes at the ornament. It was a small frame with a picture of both of you and all the cats. He grins widely when his eyes move to the bottom and reads the handwriting that says âJeon family.â
âDo you like it?â You ask with glistening eyes.
âLike it? Hell no,â he kisses the top of your head, making you giggle. âI fucking love it.â Â
He instantly takes a picture of the decor and posts it on Instagram with a caption that says:Â
@JJK.97: It's the retired community dick rebrand for me
Funnily enough, the framed decor was a hit amongst your friends and family who would visit your home.
Hoseok in particular notes how he never in a million years would hear the Jeon Jeongguk talk softly, while all Yoongi could do was alter his gaze between you and your boyfriend, confused as to how you got his friend to agree with a sappy nickname.
Yoongi whispers, âKoobear, huh?â
He and Hoseok snorted as soon as Jeongguk threw death glares at them.
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Pairings: Jeongguk + Reader
Genre: a fluffy established relationship, cat-astrophe universe
Word Count:Â 1.6k+ words
Note: This is a side story to Cat-astrophe. Setting is around the time they just moved in and about to have the kittens.
masterlist ; updates / wip ; request for part 3?
Cooper and Jeongguk lowkey hate each other, but your boyfriend loves you so much that he puts up with your catâs antics.
Jeongguk calls Cooper random nicknames â usually "the demonâs spawn" â while Cooper enjoys annoying him in the most inconvenient of times by knocking items off the shelf whenever your boyfriend's in the middle of an important zoom meeting just because he feels like doing it.
Itâs also been part of his routine to look for your cat before you get home from work or else god forbid that you cry when you come home to a missing cat. Because if thereâs one thing that Jeongguk hates in the world the most, that would be seeing you cry.
If he could wrap you in a bubble just to keep you safe he would but he also knows that would be too overbearing of him to do. As much as he wants to be that kind of boyfriend, he respects your boundaries and your need to be independent. Â
Cooper has a habit of running away whenever he feels like it and then returning home when youâre done crying so much from worrying. He no longer stays in the fire exit or the complexâ rooftop, and the construction site near your building has already finished so heâs moved on with that as well. Finding him is harder these days which is why your worry doubles and all your poor boyfriend could do is console you and scour your area for your troublesome cat.
You spoil your cat so much, showering him with treats and toys he barely cares about. Right now, Jeonggukâs forehead is creased, gaze throwing daggers at a small, fluffy black cat with yellow eyes, who obviously looks uninterested in him. The black cat in question, what he likes to refer to as a pocket demon, is none other than your beloved cat Cooper, enjoying his time in random trashed boxes.Â
Your boyfriend sighs as he scratches his brow with his thumb, âY/N buys you so much unnecessary shit and all your ungrateful ass wants is trash?â
Cooper meows when Jeongguk picks him up with one arm. Looking at the feline, he points at it and sternly reprimands him as if it were a real person, âYou have a wife waiting for you at home. This isnât very husband of you, Coops.â
Looking at his watch, he sighs with relief, âWeâre lucky she isnât home yet.â
Moving in with Jeongguk was such a breeze.
Your friends told you how much of an adjustment it would be to cohabitate with a partner but that wasnât the case for you and Jeongguk. If anything, everything has been nothing but exciting. You work a nine-to-five office job while he works from home, drawing panels for a known comic book publisher.
You used to come home wondering whether or not youâd come home to a missing cat or not, but lately, Cooper seems to enjoy staying at home. Nowadays, you come home to your boyfriendâs cooking filling up the whole unit. Admittedly, Jeongguk cooks better than you and youâre not one to complain or argue whenever he offers to cook for the day. After all, your boyfriend loves spoiling you.Â
Jeongguk doesnât particularly hate nor does he like being called Koo or Koobear, but because itâs you who calls him by his special nickname, he lets it slide. His friends would even joke around about it, saying that theyâd seen him black in and out of being drunk but never a simp over a girl. But then again, youâre not a regular kind of girl. At least not to him.
You give him a sense of stability and home that he wants to get his shit together like a proper adult because of how much of an inspiration and driving force your existence is to him. If thatâs no love then he doesnât know what else to call it.Â
He used to be the kind of boyfriend some would like to call a bit nonchalant. In his defense, heâs never been in a proper relationship when all heâs ever had were situationships in gray situations.Â
Jeongguk doesnât know what kind of change ticked his switch, but he finds himself wanting to do things for you because seeing you comfortable makes him happy. The more he spends time with you, the more he realizes that his love language isnât only touching but also acts of service.
And this was only solidified when his pregnant cat, Sage, was about to give birth at the most inconvenient time of the day.Â
âOh my god, oh my god,â you frantically paced back and forth to the living room, flailing your hands to fan yourself. âWhat are we going to do, Koo?â
While you are busy panicking, he comforts you while gathering all the things he needs, âBaby, itâs fine. Just sit by the couch, Iâll handle this.â
He had prepared himself mentally for this. Months of researching in case something unfortunate happens (like the nearby vet being closed for the holidays) and he was right. And so, he did what he had to do because you were too frantic to move and help around.
âBut what if something goes wrong,â you look at him with glassy eyes.
Cupping your face, he gently grazes a thumb over your cheek, âI got this, okay?â
You gulped the lump in your throat and nodded with hesitation.
'Koobear knows what to do. He always does,' you tell yourself while trying to calm down.
Hours seemed like an eternity watching your boyfriendâs cat push out a litter of kittens one by one. You watched as Jeongguk wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand as he helped clean each kitten. Without realizing it, you fell asleep in the middle of it all, probably from the exhaustion of panicking and waiting.Â
To be fair, Sage did give birth at four in the morning.
Jeongguk slowly nudges you, making your tired eyes flutter. You look at your tired boyfriend smiling at you, âWanna come say hi to the kittens?â
Your eyes immediately widen in excitement. Quickly, you rush to the small basket where the kittens and Sage were that Jeongguk had warmly set up for them. âOh my gosh, theyâre sooo cute!â
All tiredness has melted away from him as he watches you coo at the litter.
You were so excited with the kittens that you named them one by one without even asking your boyfriend if he had any names in mind, âThe orange one will be, Kenobi. The one with black spots could be, Maul. And the black one that looks like Cooper could be Vader.â
He doesnât completely agree with your name choices, but what can he do? You look way too happy with the names he couldnât bring himself to say disagree.
Jeongguk smiles and kisses the side of your head, âWhatever makes you happy, love.â
As soon as he hears Cooperâs soft meows, he quickly turns to dad mode. Sternly looking at the black cat, he clicks his tongue and shakes his head, âWe need to have a serious conversation now. Man to man.â
He carries Cooper to the kitchen and props him on the countertop. He wasnât sure if a cat would understand what he was saying, but he hopes it does because he read somewhere that cats are supposedly smart.Â
âKiss the streets goodbye because you canât randomly leave the house anymore. You have kids you have to look after now,â your cat meows at a very serious Jeongguk. âI still think youâre not good enough for my Sage but what can I do? My cat and girlfriend love you, and you make them happy.â
âDonât get too comfortable with me, though. I'm watching you,â He boops the catâs nose before putting it down.
Unbeknownst to him, you stifle your chuckles while eavesdropping on their one-sided conversation.
The next day, he finds himself drawing a long, disappointed sigh while both of you look for, yet again, a missing black cat.
âWhyâwhy does he always leave?â You say in between hiccups, âAm I not a good cat mom?â
âBaby, donât say that.â Jeongguk wipes your tears with his thumb and kisses your forehead. âYouâre, like, the bestâOh. Welcome home, asshole.â He says with sarcasm while looking straight at your cat.
Lo and behold, he comes home of his own will.
You immediately whip your head, following your boyfriendâs gaze by the door where a dirty Cooper sits unbothered with a leaf in his mouth. The cat strides to the sofa, except his body is walking towards Jeonggukâs direction.
Cooper jumps on the empty space beside him and places the dried leaf on his lap. It meows and rubs his head against a confused Jeongguk, âWere you exorcised or what?âÂ
You chuckle at your boyfriendâs reaction, âHeâs giving you a gift, Koo.â
Jeongguk blinks multiple times, "...Very sus." Looking even more confused, his brows are furrowed while his mouth is agape, âOkay...? What for?â
âProbably because you helped deliver the babies, silly,â you leaned closer and left a kiss on his cheek. You smile warmly at the sight of your boyfriend scratching your catâs chin as it cozies up on his lap. âAt least he didnât give you a dead rat."
You reached over to scratch behind Cooper's ear affectionately, "He used to give me one every other week back in the day.â
âThatâs rancid,â Jeongguk laughs with a scrunched nose, resting his head against yours fondly.
A random realization popped into his head; Maybe he and Cooper were on the same boat after all â Him thinking that Cooper is no good for his beloved cat while Cooper thought the same of him with you.Â
Jeongguk leans against the door frame, arms crossed with a smirk as he watches you hang the last ornament on the Christmas tree. Feeling as if you were being watched, you looked over your shoulders to find your boyfriend watching you.
You beamed at him like a child and pointed at the ornament you just hung, âCome here, Koobear!â
He walks to the tree and squints his eyes at the ornament. It was a small frame with a picture of both of you and all the cats. He grins widely when his eyes move to the bottom and reads the handwriting that says âJeon family.â
âDo you like it?â You ask with glistening eyes.
âLike it? Hell no,â he kisses the top of your head, making you giggle. âI fucking love it.â Â
He instantly takes a picture of the decor and posts it on Instagram with a caption that says:Â
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Funnily enough, the framed decor was a hit amongst your friends and family who would visit your home.
Hoseok in particular notes how he never in a million years would hear the Jeon Jeongguk talk softly, while all Yoongi could do was alter his gaze between you and your boyfriend, confused as to how you got his friend to agree with a sappy nickname.
Yoongi whispers, âKoobear, huh?â
He and Hoseok snorted as soon as Jeongguk threw death glares at them.
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