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🖤 Stop the World (I Wanna Get Off With You) (Reader x I.N) 🖤

Crossposted under 2Babbies on Ao3 <3

Pairings: i.n x reader, established/background hyunlix

Words: 4400

Summary: You and I.N are nothing more than acquaintances who have been dragged to the bar by your mutual friends. The only thing you have in common is being ditched by them. Just when you are about to go home, he invites you to dance. Maybe there’s more chemistry between you than you first thought? (Inspired by the Arctic Monkeys song)

Smut + Humour

Tags: non-idol au, mentions of alcohol, just hyunlix are drunk, adorkable I.N, very little plot, teasing, safe sex/use of condom, dry humping, cunnilingus, dick riding, playful sex, praise

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Hyunjin spins Felix, once, twice, then a third time before they fall into each other. They laugh and embrace sweetly, swaying to the music as it drowns on with the chatter of the barcrawlers. You sigh and check your watch then glance at your company for the night. Jeongin, looking criminally attractive in blue jeans and a white tee, sneaks a glance at you over his glasses and forces a pleasant smile before scanning the room. He takes a sip of his water and watches with you as your friends land in a booth together, continuing to be the center of the other’s world.

You had declined the invitation immediately when Felix asked you to come along.

“Why?”

You tried to look away when he gave you his most pitiful puppy-eyed stare, but then he maneuvered himself into your field of vision so you could not escape. “I don’t want to be a third wheel to you and Jin…”

You knew he only wanted a sober driver, but still gave in to his promises.

“You won’t! He’s inviting I.N, you can hang out with him! Please!”

This is how you found yourself in your current situation. Sitting next to someone you barely knew, having exchanged less than ten words between each other since Felix and Hyunjin hastily introduced you then promptly dumped you at the bar counter. Maybe if you had found the man any less inticing to stare at you would have been able to talk to him, and unluckily neither of you had been able to hold a conversation the whole night. You down the last of your water and check your watch again. You stand and slide your empty glass to the bartender, fixing your little black dress as you do so.

“Where are you going?”

You look over slowly, almost having forgotten that your partner for the night had the ability to speak. “Home.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes, it’s past my bedtime,” You reply sarcastically, then when he stares blankly add, “It’s after midnight. You can drive them home, they don’t need both of us here.”

You turn to walk away, but pause when you hear his voice again.

“W-Wait.”

You turn back to him, lazily swinging your legs as you step forward to stand in front of him. He stares at you in silence.

“What?” You bite.

“Um… Will you dance with me?”

You blink rapidly as his words finally register, and he offers a more earnest smile as you take your time answering.

“You want to dance with me?”

He nods eagerly then fixes his glasses.

“Please?”

His voice is so small, and even though you are tired the guilt of refusing him would surely keep you up all night.

“‘Kay. You lead.”

He grins and stands, accidentally stepping into your personal space. You back up a bit, then remember his request and begrudgingly reach your hand out to take his. He fumbles a bit, trying to account for being too close and overcompensating by stumbling backwards into his stool. He catches himself and hangs his head as his cheeks flush. You sigh and grab his hand, then drag him out to the dancefloor. When you turn back to face him he readjusts how your hands are linked together and pulls you closer by your waist. You make a surprised sound at this.

“Sorry, is this okay?”

“S’fine.”

There is still a decent amount of space between your bodies, but his warm hand and solid grip on your lower back leaves you a little flustered. Luckily, he does not seem to notice as he can barely bring himself to look at you. The next song that plays is an upbeat rock tune with a sultry bassline, something that should be easy to dance to. You nudge his foot with yours as he stares at the floor, unmoving.

“Hey, you’re leading. Remember?”

“R-Right…”

You try to ignore the implicit lyrics as Jeongin pulls you a bit closer and begins dancing. Surprisingly, he seems to know what he is doing. Once he warms up he is leading you through a playful romp around the dancefloor. You try to contain your giddiness, but find yourself laughing when his moves are both charming and a little impressive. He grins and brings you closer, your swaying hips brushing momentarily before he steps away to give you room for a spin. At the end of it he pulls you back in and lets you walk him backwards off the dancefloor.

The song ends with both of you a little breathless. Your chests rise and fall with some labor, and you are still pressed together.

“Okay,” You manage, “Happy?”

“One more?” He adds softly, “Please?”

You laugh and pull him with you as you return to the dancefloor. Your movements become more comfortable, and you find the longer you dance together the more he opens up. You begin sharing quips and flits of conversation between your twists and whirls. You continue on like this, allowing him ‘one more’ dance at the end of each song until you tire of standing. He follows you off the dancefloor as you lean your back against the wall, and you barely even mind when he braces his hands on either side of you and stumbles into your arms. You hold him steady as he straightens up to look at you, but you do not break away from each other.

“Hold on,” You pant, “Let me catch my breath.”

“Tuckered out already? It must really be past your bedtime.”

You snort. “Shut up. I don’t know how you’re still standing, my feet are killing me.”

He laughs.

“Need to sit down?”

“No. I’m fine.”

He shakes his head and departs for a moment then returns with a chair. You lean one hand against the wall and use the other to wave in protest.

“I don’t need that.”

He blinks then takes a seat in the chair.

“I wasn’t grabbing it for you anyway.”

He grins mischievously as you make an offended sound.

“Are you serious? Hand it over.”

“Nope.”

You shove him lightly, both of you laughing as you try to wrestle him out of the seat. Eventually, you give up and resort to sitting in his lap to relieve your feet. He helps you find a comfortable position and lazes an arm around your waist as you glare softly at him. He squints at you, like he does not trust the moment of peace, then yelps as you blow on his face.

“Mean!”

“Ha. Ha.”

He sighs, a contented airy sound that rustles the butterflies in your stomach. You clear your throat and shift a bit, leaning in and molding your body into his. He pulls you tighter, holding you securely as you let him take your weight. You drape your arms over his shoulders and tilt your head as he gazes softly at your lips, then into your eyes. Your breathing has calmed, but your heart still feels fluttery in your chest. You realize you had been leaning in, unconsciously closing the distance between you. You stop and he straightens up a bit, coming ever slightly closer before pausing.

“Did you, um,” He licks his lips, “Have fun?”

“Yeah… You’re a good dancer.”

“Thanks. You too.”

You smirk softly as he wriggles beneath you.

“You think so?”

“Yeah… Very, um, yeah…”

“Very…”

“Sexy.”

Your eyebrow raises.

“You think I’m sexy?”

“I don’t know.”

“... You don’t know?”

“Mhm.”

You lean forward, brushing your cheek against his as you whisper in his ear.

“I think you’re lying.”

He swallows.

“Nh…”

“Why don’t you say what you really think?”

“Uh… You’re, um…”

You lean back to inspect his reaction, his shaky breath and avoidant eyes.

“I’m?”

“Nice. You’re really nice. Thank you for dancing with me.”

“Oh,” You breathe, heart pounding as his cheeks flush, “You don’t need to thank me. It was my pleasure.”

He shrugs.

“You didn’t want to. I appreciate it.”

“Just the first time… But I wanted to keep dancing with you every time after that.”

He smiles sheepishly.

“Still, thanks.”

You look around, seeing no sign of Hyunjin or Felix.

“I think they ditched us.”

“What? Oh, yeah.”

“I think that’s our cue to get out of here.”

He blinks at you and presses his lips together tightly as he lets you continue.

“Why don’t you take me home?”

“You want to go home?”

You smirk at his innocent tone and slightly disappointed expression.

“Yes. Take me home, I.N, with you.”

The realization dawns on him and his eyes widen slowly.

“Oh. Okay.”

You giggle and rise from his lap, leading the way out of the bar.

The drive to Jeongin’s apartment is comfortable, for you at least. He squirms in his seat every time you glance at him. You smile calmly as he nervously gives you directions. Eventually, you grab his hand and give him a comforting squeeze. He lets out a shuddery breath and drags his fingers through his hair as you pull up to his apartment.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“Nervous?”

He nods and smiles sheepishly.

“Sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. What’s up? What are you nervous about?”

He laughs, a shy and whimpering little sound.

“I don’t usually do stuff like this.”

“That’s okay. If you want to stop just tell me, okay?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m serious. I’ll give you a lift back to the bar to get your car or anything, no pressure. Is there anything else that’s bugging you?”

“Um, I guess… I just feel… bad.”

“Bad?”

“Guilty.”

You laugh.

“Guilty for leaving Hyunjin and Felix? They ditched us first.”

“N-No…”

You tilt your head.

“What is it?”

“Jin and Lix… know that I sort of like you and I think… they left us together on purpose.”

He stares at you with an apologetic frown as you take in the information.

“So?”

“I feel like… you were forced to come home with me.”

“I.N. Honey. You think you made me go home with you? You made me drive us to your apartment, in my car, and you think you’re forcing me to spend the night with you?”

“Well, when you put it that way…”

You laugh and rub your thumb over the back of his hand in gentle circles.

“I want to be here, I promise. I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t sure.”

“But, maybe if they didn’t leave…”

“No buts. I’m here and I want to be here. Are you going to invite me in, or are we just going to stay in the car.”

“Um, let’s go in.”

You giggle and release his hand so you can both exit the car. He walks around to your side with his hands in his pockets and watches you lock the car. You smirk and loop your arm in his, then rest your head on his shoulder as he leads you to the door. His hand trembles as he slides the key in and unlocks the door. You perch your chin on his shoulder and whisper in his ear.

“Am I making you nervous? Want me to back off a little?”

“N-No, you’re fine…”

“You’re sure?”

He nods and manages to open the door despite his anxiety. You follow him inside and stay attached to his side as you both kick off your shoes. He flicks on the light and looks at you with a small smile.

“So…”

“So,” You tease, “Wanna sit down?”

He nods then stares for a moment before making a disgruntled sound and leading you into his apartment. You smile at his awkwardness and watch him fondly as he leads you to his living room. You take a seat together, still attached to his arm as he gets comfortable. You fold your legs and hook your ankle around his calf, lightly rubbing it there as you gaze at him.

“So.”

“So,” He whispers back, “Um.”

You both laugh. You run your hand up over his shoulder and play with the collar of his shirt.

“Do you want to tell me more about how you sort of like me?”

“Ah, yeah…”

“Or maybe how you think I’m sexy?”

He chuckles and rests his hand on your hip, pulling you a little further onto his lap. His touch is apprehensive, experimental as he slides his hand up to your side.

“Yeah, I… like you more than just sort of.”

“Yeah?”

“But just a little, you know it’s not like a crush or anything.”

He rolls his eyes playfully and watches you carefully as you read his tone.

“Mhm, no, that would be embarrassing.”

“Oh, yeah, so embarrassing. Definitely not me, I’m not that guy. That guy gets nervous about taking girls home too, and that’s definitely not me.”

“Ooh, wouldn’t want to be hanging out with that guy.”

“Yeah, he’s such a loser. I’m really cool.”

You slap his chest and snicker.

“You’re so cute”.

“Yeah, no, I lied. Unfortunately I am that guy.”

“That’s okay. I really like that guy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Even if he’s nervous and a little bit of a dork. He’s really sweet, respectful, and sometimes kind of charming.”

“Ah, I’m charming?”

You bite your lip.

“Maybe.”

You stare at each other for a beat, lips parting to share bated breaths.

“Can I kiss you?” He murmurs.

Your lips are crashing into his less than a second later, swallowing up the lovely moan your action startles out of him. He meets you eagerly and slowly tightens his grip on you. You part for a moment and kiss the corner of his mouth as he glances aside. He quickly returns his lips to yours, making you forget any questions you had, and licks tentatively into your quivering mouth. You accept the intrusion and moan brokenly as he slowly swipes his tongue against yours.

You cup his face in your hands and angle him so you can kiss him deeper. One of his hands slides down to squeeze your thigh, earning him a delighted giggle, while the other slides up into your hair. You part for a moment, gazing intently as you gasp in heated air.

“I think, um,” He groans as you kiss him again and sucks lightly on your lip before pulling away, “I think my phone is ringing.”

“Oh yeah?” You moan like he just uttered the hottest words you have ever heard.

You kiss lightly at his jaw as he lifts his hips to pull his phone out of his back pocket. Your leg slips between his thighs and brushes against his crotch, causing him to curse softly. He checks his phone screen then sighs as you begin sucking at a sensitive spot on his neck.

“It’s Felix. Should I answer?”

“No.”

You laugh at how easily he drops his phone, letting it slip off the couch and to the floor with a thud. Felix’s call goes unanswered as he resumes kissing you, then draws back with half-lidded eyes.

“Do you think he’s okay?”

“He’s got Hyunjin,” You assure.

“Should we call him back?”

“Do you want to, or do you want to keep going?”

He swallows.

“Keep going.”

Jeongin gasps when you pull your dress off and move to straddle his hips. He lets out a whining moan as you settle into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. His hands squeeze your thighs then spasm when you give a teasing swirl of your hips. He makes a choked noise and throws his head back.

“Th-That’s- fuck- so good.”

You moan lowly then hum as you give another deliberate roll. His fingers clutch you, hard, and he makes you still in his lap.

“Y-You’re not fair…”

You laugh wickedly. His cheeks are flushed, his glasses are askew, and his lips are swollen. He cries out softly and nestles his face in your chest when you try to move again.

“Mhm… Don’t do that…”

“You want me to stop? I thought it felt good?”

“So good, fuck. I-I’m not gonna last.”

“Really, that quickly? You must like me a lot.”

He nods and moans an affirmation.

“So much…”

“Enough to cum in your pants?”

He sobs.

“Not yet, please.”

You look over your shoulder as his phone continues to vibrate on the floor. Hyunjin is calling now. You look back at him as he watches you with a pleading expression. You pluck his glasses off his face and twirl them between your fingers as you whisper:

“I want to ride you. Do you have a condom?”

“I- fuck- please, yes.”

You laugh as he hides his face in your neck.

“Eager, baby?”

“M’sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’ll give you a break, there’s no blood flow to your brain right now.”

He laughs dryly.

“Yeah, shit.”

You set his glasses on the nearest table then stand up and rest your hands on your hips as you watch him dumbly collect himself. He eventually rises as well and lets you guide his shirt over his head. You rake your fingers over his sides and reward him with another kiss as his hips press to yours. His hands rest on your back and he pulls you closer.

“Condom?” You remind him patiently.

“Mhm, wait, can we,” He mouths messily at your neck, “Can I eat you out?”

Your brain short circuits for a second before you nod. He falls to his knees and kisses your stomach, causing you to laugh in surprise. He guides you to sit on the couch and follows you, moving down and slipping off your panties in a swift motion. You gasp and throw your head back as he hikes your thighs over his shoulders and laps gently at your heat. Your toes curl as he dips his tongue between your folds, then he makes eye contact as he drags it up to your clit. You moan unabashedly as he dives in again to eat you up.

His belt clinks as he unfastens it, taking his time to do so as he focuses on working his tongue against your core. The dull ache between your legs continues to throb as admiration sparks in your chest. His eyes are shut and his eyebrows are gently furrowed when he presses his lips against your clit. You make a desperate sound as he litters kisses up and into the junction of your hip. He looks up again, wide-eyed and waiting for the next reaction.

“J-Jeongin, come on…”

He smirks as your thighs tremble.

“Really, that quickly? You must like me a lot.”

You laugh breathlessly.

“You fucker.”

“Were you really going to cum for me? You just needed a couple more kisses and that’s it?”

You bite your lip and glare at the ceiling in frustration.

“You’re… Just fucking do something…”

He chuckles and you drop your head to see him sucking two of his fingers into his mouth. He winks as he draws them from his lips then slips them against your hole. You whimper when he chooses to stroke them over your folds instead of delving inside. His thumb joins to circle your clit, and only then do his fingers penetrate you. You moan and let your legs fall open as he begins a steady rhythm.

“Good girl… Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

You keen at the praise and groan as he begins scissoring you open. One of his hands comes to rest on your thigh, holding it down as your legs tense and your hips buck. Your hand catches his wrist and he looks at you, surprised.

“Want me to stop?”

“Yes,” You pant, “But only because I want to get off with you.”

“Oh, ah, uh.”

You howl in laughter as Jeongin draws his hands away to bury his face in them. His ears burn red as you poke his side with your foot.

“Honeyy, don’t be shyyy. Don’t you want to fuck me?”

He drops his hands and clears his throat, then nods cutely. You raise your eyebrows and watch him expectantly as he smiles at you.

“Oh, right. Condom. Wait here.”

You laugh again as he runs off. You take the opportunity to remove your bra and toss it at him as he jogs back into the room. He catches it only to fling it over his shoulder as he comes back to the couch with purpose. You maneuver yourself to lay across the couch and rest your arms above your head. He pauses, taking in the sight of you, before placing one knee between your legs and leaning over you.

“Are you comfortable, baby?”

You smile as he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Yes.”

You help him tug his jeans and underwear down, then caress his face as he meets you for a tender kiss. You trade a few pecks and smile against each other’s lips as he kicks his bottoms off and sinks on top of you. You hum happily as your noses brush and you let him slip the condom into your grasp. He rises a bit to look down at you with a soft smile.

“You want me, baby?” You purr.

“Hah, you have no idea.”

“Come here.”

He hums when your lips meet again. The kisses are lazy and gradually work up to longer, more fervent motions as you open the condom and slip it over his length. You stroke him slowly and flick your tongue into his mouth as you guide him closer. He pulls your thighs over his hips and sighs into your mouth as you affectionately pet his side.

“Ready?”

“Mh-hm.”

He rests his forehead against yours and exhales shakily as he thrusts into you. You giggle dazedly and moan while he peppers kisses over your face and begins moving his hips. He groans and tucks his face into your neck as your legs draw him closer. He braces himself over you, leaning his forearm above your head and gripping the couch with his other hand for more leverage. You gasp as his pace quickens and he begins to rock in deeper.

“Feel good?”

“Yeah, yes,” You whimper, “Jeongin…”

“You’re so gorgeous. Oh my God, baby, so gorgeous.”

You run your fingers through his hair and muffle your moans when you press a kiss to his temple. You drag your nails over his scalp and blow gently on his ear. He shudders and looks up to face you.

“Let me on top.”

“Fuck yeah.”

You roll him over and giggle when he folds his arms behind his head.

“Comfy?”

“Just enjoying the view.”

“Shut up.”

You kiss him and roll your hips, smirking against his lips when he moans desperately. He moves his arms around your waist and sits up, then moves one of his hands behind him for purchase as he thrusts his hips up to meet yours. You throw your head back and grip his shoulders as you bounce in his lap. He pulls you closer to latch onto your neck and sucks a hickey there as you find your rhythm. He whines as his hips stutter beneath you.

“Close?”

“Yeah,” He grunts.

“Me too.”

He peppers kisses over your shoulder then slides his hand between you. You moan louder as he thumbs steadily at your clit, winding the tension in your core even tighter. Your movements become more erratic, your lips barely meet when you turn to kiss each other. He grins and nuzzles your cheek as you clench around him. You moan breathlessly and let your eyes flutter shut as your orgasm hits you.

You keep riding Jeongin even after he gasps and stills beneath you. He cries out softly when you twist in his lap, and you kiss his cheek as he whimpers from the overstimulation.

“You good, baby?”

“Mhm,” He nods and nips at your jawline, “I’m so good. Thank you.”

You giggle and capture his chin gently to turn him to face you.

“You’re thanking me for having sex with you?”

“I-I mean,” He laughs nervously, “Maybe?”

“Mhm, as long as we’re on the same page. Thank you, baby.”

“Hah, no problem…”

You both erupt into giggles as you follow him to lie down on the couch. You tuck yourself into his side and sigh happily as his arm wraps around you. He rubs your bicep with his thumb and kisses the top of your head. His other hand slides up and down your back in doting strokes, soothing you to sleep.

You think you could fall asleep in his arms, lulled by the way his chest rises and falls, and you almost do until you notice a droning hum in the room.

“Is your phone still ringing?”

“Ah, shit.”

He leans off the couch just enough to swipe his phone off the floor. He squints at the screen and you turn it to face you.

“It’s Felix.”

He answers the call and puts it on speakerphone.

“Hello?”

“I.N,” Hyunjin spits through the line, “Why the Hell are you ignoring my calls?”

You slap your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter.

“Uhhhhhhhhhh, busy.”

“What could you possibly be busy doing?”

Jeongin glances at you and your eyebrows perk up suggestively. He grins.

“I dunno.”

“Where’s y/n?” Felix says next, his tone concerned.

“I’m here,” You pipe up.

“Where are you guys? You left us alone in a weird place!” Hyunjin cries, sounding exponentially drunker than when you left him.

“You’re with Felix,” You chastise.

“Oh my God, you know it’s not the same!”

“We’re sorry,” Jeongin hastily replies, “We just needed a second alone. To talk.”

Felix gasps.

“Wait, did you guys talk about your feelings?”

“Something like that,” You muse as you regard the clothes scattered around the room.

“Oh my gosh, is it- are you together now?”

You both grin at Felix’s sappy tone and you nod at Jeongin gently.

“Yeah, um, basically yeah,” Jeongin answers.

“I’m so happy for you guys! Congratulations, I knew it would work out!”

“Pick us up!” Hyunjin cries, “Now! Pick us up! Pick us up!”

“Okay,” You snap, “Hold tight, we’ll be right back.”

“Thank you! I love you guys!” Felix coos.

“We love you too,” Jeongin answers, “Bye.”

“Byyye!”

You scramble up from the couch and brush your fingers through your tousled hair.

“What do we do?” Jeongin asks.

“Try not to look like we just had sex.”

Felix’s voice startles you both to freeze in place.

“Uh, guys, you’re still on the line.”

“Oh my gawwwd,” Hyunjin shrieks, “You ditched us to have sex? You’re terrible friends!”

Jeongin clenches his teeth in a stressed smile as you erupt into embarrassed laughter.

“Okay, love you bye!” He finally says.

“I.N!” Hyunjin whines before the call ends.

“Oops,” You mumble.

“Oops,” He agrees.

You collapse on top of him and share a giggly kiss as you work up the courage, together, to answer the inevitable questions from your drunk friends.

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