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P.S I LIKE YOU (TOO) ⪧ DAY 13 OF PIWONTOBER

non idol!jiung x fem!reader (smut mdni)

彡 – everything transpired after a single drunken mistake—you and your best friend getting inspired after watching: ‘to all the boys i’ve loved before’ one friday night after midterm week had dragged on. except, you weren’t lara jean covey. and no one’s exactly a peter kavinsky in your life. all you’ve got is a last chance to retake your econ class for the second time, and an undeniably attractive guy as a project partner. a thought you wouldn’t express out loud. but what if he accidentally receives your drunk written love letter detailing just how much you thought of it so?

author's note: the way this thing had a billion revisions before reaching this stage... anyway, although i'm incredibly late TT i'm still very excited to share with you guys yet another jiung fic!! also, i can't forget to mention how amazing @kisseobie and @sxfterhearts are for hosting piwontober & bringing the p1ece community together♡ it's my first time joining these sort of events, and i had a lot of fun writing! + apologies for any typos! :(

word count: 7.9k

warnings: smut, blackmail, make up sex, face-sitting, seven minutes in heaven

comments are welcome♡ i'd love to hear your thoughts!

despite being drunk out of your mind to the point you've written that piece of tangible regret, you remember the same night all too well—the clock ticks past after hours as the mingling whiff of alcohol and a box of left over pizza hangs in the air. you were surprised you've managed to drag yourself all the way to the weekend, remnants of grueling exams left unspoken between you and your best friend whom you share a dorm room with. midterms weren't really worth mentioning when you could drown in gossip and delude about your hypothetical boyfriends.

from random guys in class, to boybands, and above all: celebrities in cheesy romcoms you've rewatched an abnormal amount. that certain night's choice was a classic between you and your best friend: 'to all the boys i've loved before.'

except, you weren't lara jean covey. and no one's exactly a peter kavinsky in your life. yet, hell breaks loose when you receive a text from choi jiung one fated morning that had you unleash a piercing shriek, and thankfully, had locked yourself in a stall at an empty bathroom in the middle of your university campus.

not like that makes things any better than they already are.

enclosed within the four cramped walls of the bathroom stall was a feeling you'd never forget—the continuous drip of the leaking faucet and silence amplified the thudding beat of your heart. the screen of your phone glowing faintly as you stare at the message you've left on read for the past five minutes: a photo jiung had sent of the letter you've written that certain night after getting wrongfully inspired from lara jean's dilemma. unfortunately detailing an exaggerated confession on your unfiltered thoughts of jiung being totally attractive. hot, even. a running commentary on everything you wouldn’t express out loud.

this fiasco would probably cost you a couple of months avoiding a bottle of soju, because how are you going to dodge yourself out of this one? especially when his follow up message adds further salt to the wound—the envelope clearly stating your full name and address in bold, inked letters.

the seconds stretch out as the cramped stall started feeling a bit stuffier, your shaky fingers hovering over the keyboard in contemplation. you’d normally block him and just fail the damn class if it were like any other instance, except… it was your last chance to retake this subject. you couldn’t afford another fuck up.

[9:07] jiung: this letter’s handwriting strangely matches the one on your notes

[9:09] jiung: before you try to deny anything

all you ever wanted at that moment was to strangle yourself... because a love letter so vulnerable like that has no place being in a pile of notes, and to be given to your partner for a class project. when you thought handing him the material would be the end of it (after being utterly sick of his self-centered work ethic), but the universe had plans otherwise.

[9:13] y/n: it wasn’t something you’re supposed to see

[9:14] jiung: but i did

[9:16] y/n: i was drunk, okay? can we please forget about it?

[9:18] jiung: and people say drunk words are sober thoughts

[9:20] y/n: do i look like i care about stupid bullshit like that rn

[9:22] jiung: oh

[9:22] jiung: so you don’t care if people other than me see this letter?

[9:23] y/n: what

[9:24] y/n: you can’t just use that against me??

[9:26] jiung: let’s see how well this thing means so much to you then

[9:27] y/n: ???

and when you thought you’d never see the pulsating, message bubble as he types as such a dreadful thing, your nerves suspended in the most excruciating minutes. 9:28, 9:29… 9:30...

[9:31] jiung: main library, 2pm, this friday. oct 13

that was, a distant week ago. you figured you should probably show up this time, all in the name of having the existence of the letter stay between the two of you. even if it meant having to deal with the growing habit of waking up in the middle of the night from the anxiety crawling upon your thoughts. until once and for all, the day came.

your feet felt rather heavier that day, dragging your mopey figure through the winding halls of the university. the halloween spirit on campus feeling far too suffocating, the orange and black streamers hanging from the ceilings a mere blur. other people were buzzing about the upcoming university halloween party at the end of the month, yet all you ever wished was that you were some random skull decor perched at a corner, undisturbed. and that you weren't nearing the doors to the main library, a sight that you loathed with your whole being.

and there he was, choi jiung. the guy wreaking havoc in your life. okay, well—maybe not that actively, but he's been a constant force you're trying to push toward the back of your mind ever since you made such a stupid mistake, to the point you don’t even know how you could redeem yourself.

“hey,”

“hey.” you're surprised you even managed to croak out a reply, finding yourself unable to maintain eye contact with him for more than two seconds–pathetically.

you were about to claim the seat in front of him before he raises a familiar envelope nestled within his fingers, and you wasted absolutely no time at the chance. snatching the thing with vigor just to rip it to smithereens, earning a few glares from other people in the library. you couldn't care less.

jiung lets out a laugh underneath his breath, adorably irritating so, as he watches fragments of the letter fall before him like confetti. you finally settled on a seat across him, and the further time dragged on, the more it seemed to prove your written letter right.

he was undeniably magnetic, from the way his clothes drape over his shoulders, his bangs framing his face with its stark black—the waft of his perfume despite the distance. your gaze can't help itself from shifting over to his fingers with every turn of a page, almost as if he was the perfect distraction.

and that tie sitting on his collar, really? what was his major again? you couldn't be bothered to muse over whether or not academia fashion was a staple for whatever program he was taking, especially when you couldn't blame him. 'cause he truly held a sort of charm that makes you wanna ravish him right then and there. that you had to remind yourself: time and place, his glasses beginning to lean crooked subtly to the side before his finger pushed it further up his nose bridge. ultimately turning back to you—who already had eyes on him, locked.

jiung speaks, faintly registered in your currently preoccupied head. honestly, the only qualm you carry against him is that he wants to get things done, his way. which is partly the reason why this partner project has gotten awry, his ego clashing a horrible amount with your stubbornness. guess not everyone can have it after all.

of course you had to have it figured out eventually. even if it had to cost you biting down your tongue from spewing possible scathing remarks with his every word. due to the fact that any moment you tried to challenge his ideas, he'd quote all the lines he could possibly remember from your embarrassing letter. and it was only the librarian's stare pinning you down from grabbing jiung by the hair out of annoyance, because the both of you were causing quite a bit of disturbance.

“you know, i can't deny that little love letter of yours was kinda cute.” he leans forward, loving the way your face morphs into irritation.

“cute? you think it's cute that i accidentally confessed about—” you caught yourself, clearing your throat before rolling your eyes at him. “i mean, whatever. just concentrate.”

“hey, hey. finish it. about what? your quote on quote, suppressed feelings for me?” god, you so badly wanted to slap that smirk out of his face.

you could only manage to groan, running a hand through your hair. “no! i mean my deep annoyance at your inability to take me seriously, to take this project seriously!”

“excuse me, could you keep it down? this is a library.” you immediately turn towards the librarian, clutching a hand over your mouth at the realization that you might've… raised your voice a little too loud.

“sorry,” you muttered, eyes fixated on your notes sprawled over the table. “we were just—”

“working very loudly?” the librarian cut you off, and the worst part is–jiung still had the audacity to look at you with much mischief in his eyes. and that stupid smirk. “if you can’t keep quiet, i'm kindly asking you to leave.”

and that was… the last of what you've heard once you began gathering your things out of embarrassment, jiung trailing behind you like a lost puppy as you pretend you don't even know who he is, walking towards the nearest exit.

maybe choi jiung really is a constant force in your life. despite the day at the library being the last time you’d spend with him until presentations came tomorrow, it felt as if he never really left your mind. constantly drifting like a cloud over your head, lingering. and you so desperately wanted to bury him as a distant memory. busying yourself with other major projects, going out with friends, and the main event that the everyone’s been buzzing about for weeks: the awaited university halloween party.

it worked to distract you for the most part, lost within the crowd sprawled over the expanse of the green field, now only a crackle of grass beneath your heels. lights flickered along with the thump of the music’s bass. you watched the collective silhouette of people dressed in costumes, either tipsy out of their mind or buzz undying. you’d probably be seen with a red cup full of alcohol in hand, if you hadn’t sworn to yourself that you wouldn’t be touching a bottle of soju until a few months time. remnants of your little disaster from not too long ago trying to haunt you.

and so you turned to the cold air nipping at your bare skin, which you have to thank your skimpy little black dress for. the racy outfit you’d put together in an excuse to dress up as a witch, seductively at that. you partly regret bringing your witch hat with you despite contemplating about it a while ago, having to deal with the thing repeatedly slipping over your eyes. making a simple task of opening your phone to a flood of text messages, a challenge. after a couple of foiled attempts, you managed to get the gist—and that your friends are waiting for you at some frat house to join an after party.

the main event endlessly unfolds despite midnight fastly approaching. dragging your feet towards the front part of the crowd where it pulsed with much more energy, hopefully making your way towards the right direction of the area near the frat house. the music echoed like it wanted you to stay for a while, lose yourself to the beat as you tried to keep your witch hat tilted upright. not until another drag of the hat back up had your eyes flickering towards the dj manning the booth. keeping the night alive as lights hung overhead, casting a glow behind his figure and perfectly accentuating his side profile. yet the more your gaze traced the curve of his nose, the tousle of his hair as he let himself move to the rhythm.

for a split second the lights confirmed your suspicion, except you didn’t want to say anything. say his name, his everything, crawling back to your mind. you’d even forgotten why you were trying to erase him from your thoughts. maybe, just maybe… it wouldn’t be too bad to keep your eyes rested on him this time around. and it wasn’t as if you could turn away if you tried regardless.

there was something about catching sight of this side of him you never knew he had. at that moment, it felt like it was only the both of you existing in a bubble of your own. there was quite a distance between his position at the makeshift stage and yours below; nevertheless, the sparkle within his eyes didn’t go unnoticed. and in that moment nothing else mattered, the difficulty of trying to tear your stare away from him weighing over you.

no, no, no. not again. not this time.

the after party at the frat house, right.

reality comes crashing in once more, blinking rapidly as you tried to bump your way through the crowd. glancing everywhere you could to seek refuge, any way out, somewhere. mind racing with a mantra, “forget him forget him forget about him,” suppressing everything you’ve ever thought of the moment you laid eyes on him. chalking it up to the fact that it was probably your unrequited feelings for him hitting you like a brick. but… it wasn’t like you were ever serious about him, weren’t you?

your feet felt heavy trying to keep him out of reach, away from the taunt of his presence. the further you tried to push through what seems to be the edge of the field had you jostled within the crowd, and it didn’t help the flashing lights began disorienting your vision. you hastily fish your phone out, scrolling for past messages to double check the location of the frat house. except you realized, you weren’t really sure where to go from here.

your chest tightens. trying to take in sharper breaths as the mass of people were closing in around you, trying to push more, yet was met with more resistance. the smell of alcohol and loud noise started swallowing you, panic rushing through your veins. this is bad. this is really really bad.

and all of a sudden you heard a faint call, your ears picking it up with its subtlety. it was a brief echo through the music, until you heard it once more.

“y/n! over here!”

you swiftly whip your head around to scan the blur of faces, pulse quickening—at last, your gaze landing on someone familiar.

“i’ve been looking for you for ages.” he pants, trying to catch his breath from approaching you through the tight crowd. yoon keeho, although clad in a rather comical vampire costume, brought you a sense of relief.

“you okay? you look…”

“yeah, i’m just…. i got a bit lost.” you admit, lacing your fingers through your hair after finally taking off your witch hat.

keeho lets out a laugh beneath his breath, earning a piercing glare from you before extending a hand out to point. “you’re better off at the after party with me, everyone else is here so… it isn’t too crowded there yet.”

you hum, clutching your purse before following as keeho steps towards the way out. “come on,”

and at that, the both of you slip away from the field with its chaos, music fading far beyond the distance.

within the frat house lingered the scent of alcohol from a previous round of beer pong. it was dimly lit, but you’ll know empty red cups are strewn around from its hollow crunch beneath accidental steps. the door trickled bit by bit with newcomers, the party outside eventually simmering down to a hum, occasionally cut with bursts of laughter and constant conversation. thank god keeho had found you.

yet that was a while ago. you couldn’t decipher the exact time but it seemed way past midnight. it was a stark contrast to the huddle of people buzzing in excitement, your figure amongst them in a circle on the floor. it was probably, what… like the third or fourth round of seven minutes in heaven? the poor closet door slams open to another couple exiting, far too all over each other than you’d like to witness.

it was like that for the past thirty minutes, having to sit through rounds of people shutting themselves within the closet as you were forced to hear thumps against the wall hear and there—and you’d rather not find out what had gone on. the soju bottle in the middle of your formed circle felt like a threat as it waits to be spun, yet you couldn’t manage to grasp out of the situation from keeho’s grip on your wrist.

“you’re not leaving until the bottle points to you.” his fingers tighten his hold, his other hand bringing a drink up to his lips.

"keeho, i don’t know these people!” you whisper-shouted, narrowing your brows at him.

and it wasn’t helping that it was proving especially difficult to take him seriously with the vampire get up he had on. "that’s the thrill about it? and when i thought you’ll live up to your words when you told me you’ll get out of your comfort zone right after high school.”

it was probably your over-ambitioned self talking back then. “we’re only juniors. we have plenty of time.”

"plenty of time? you only have a year, y/n”

you didn’t bother responding, yet he’s still trying his best to provoke a reaction out of you. “no one really stands out to me right now among these strangers if i’m going to be honest. but… maybe you’ll find someone that’s your type—”

"keeho, how many times do i have to tell you that i really don’t give a fuck about anyone else here right now.”

"yeah, that! fuck.” he drags the end of his sentence in such an overly teasing tone, flashing him a look like he just said something so outrageous, because indeed it was...

"mess around a little bit, you know. get frisky in that closet or something.”

"seven minutes isn’t enough for that.”

“yeah, you would know.”

you were on the verge of landing a smack over his shoulder when a chorus of gasps erupted, drawing your attention.

and just your luck, the bottle points to you.

all you could muster was a defeated sigh, waiting for the soju bottle to spin once more to select the stranger you’d be stuck with in that closet for an excruciating seven minutes. except it never came, and only a hand reaches out to snap you out of your thoughts.

“shall we?” oh. it was that same voice you wished you weren’t at all familiar with, looking above the shadow looming over you. akin to a moth towards a flame. and it’s just a matter of figuring out who’s who between the two of you.

choi jiung, wearing a smirk that tugged on his lips that you almost wanted to slap off him, like always. you did—well, slap his hand away from your face, rolling your eyes before rising and rushing towards the closet door as he follows.

you almost missed keeho’s words, “is that…” a comment faint in volume when he recalls the day you told him all about your ‘jiung fiasco’ during a phone call.

you drowned in silence inside the closet, not even bothering to turn the light on. figures slumped against the wooden walls across each other. you hugged your knees to your chest, hyper aware of how cramped the space was and your paralyzing fear of having your legs accidentally brush against his.

all you could hear was the frantic hammer of your heartbeat within your chest, sighing in relief that he couldn’t see the flush creeping over your expression. him, well… the most you could make out from the dimness was the stupid mask you hadn’t realized he put back on.

“take that damn ghostface mask off before i punch it out of your face.”

oh, and you regret saying that, 'cause he truly took the mask off, “as you wish.”

he looked so unbelievably hot. annoyingly disproportionate to his simple costume of black fabric draped over his figure, accentuating the broadness of his shoulders just right. along with his hair falling over his eyes and—no. not another monologue of being down bad. enough.

silence hung in the air once more, not like it ever left, but the noise from outside seemed to have drained away and all it was in the moment were you and jiung, paused.

"so, what’s up with… the situation lately?” he speaks up, breaking the silence.

"you know…” you find yourself trailing off, voice small.

"know what?"

“the letter,” you finished his sentence, fragility within your words. “i never meant for you to see it.”

"you’re mad because i found out about it? y/n it’s just a letter—”

"to you, jiung. for me it was my vulnerable thoughts out in the open. t-too personal.”

your voice began to break, the air feeling heavier by the minute. the absence of sound failed to muffle the thud within your pulse. further amplified when he rests his hand over yours perched atop your knee, his touch noticeably warm. you didn’t pull away.

"right, i’m sorry. i understand, i shouldn’t have said that.”

“it’s okay. it was a mistake of mine and—i kinda… made it feel weird between us because of that.” jiung’s lips part in search of words, though you couldn’t see. his fingers tried fiddling with yours, an attempt to ease your tentative tone.

"weird how?”

"you know, ‘cause…”

"hm?”

"shut up,” fuck. you weren’t supposed to let that slip out of your lips, far too affected from how effortlessly attractive he sounded from a single, minor hum. and he didn’t even mean for it to come across like that. “sorry i, just. i can’t face you right now.”

"take your time, y/n”

yet how can you think straight when he says your name like that? the softness his voice held, the gentle tone making your heart skip a beat without fail.

"i was just caught off guard when you… did the whole blackmail thing. i’d—i thought you would just laugh it off or whatever.” you scoff lightly.

"i wouldn’t ever mock you like that. i mean, i kinda did… joke around with you at the library but! i meant it, lightheartedly.”

"mhm.” his fingers remain fidgeting with yours, your eyes drifting downwards. “i just, wanted some space. it was humiliating for me, okay?”

and then it hit jiung with a click. he might’ve went too far with the whole blackmail thing. “i get that. i never meant for you to feel that way, i just… wanted a chance to talk to you further. and spend maybe... a bit more time together.” he clarified, eventually lacing his fingers with yours, closely.

"but deep down i kinda knew you wouldn’t like, rat me out to whoever. it’s part of why i came to like you—sorry i… i know you don’t like me back and i keep talking about my feelings for you and—”

"i never said i didn’t like you back.”

"huh?”

"tell me, when did i ever tell you i don’t like you?”

the question looped within your mind. except all that there ever was is a cloud of uncertainty, his intentions slipping through your grasp like sand. what does he even mean?

"jiung, you’re confusing me.”

then all of a sudden you watch as he bursts into laughter, and you hastily grab his ghostface mask from a corner to playfully smack it against his head.

"you’re so unbelievably dense.”

you click your tongue, shoulders slumping in defeat. "it’s always been a problem of mine, i just don’t know how to handle my feelings.”

the next few words came out almost in a whisper, despite feeling your most vulnerable. “it’s probably why i… don’t have much experience with… this kinda stuff, unlike my friends.”

his fingers ceased playing with yours, now taking both of your hands in his, enveloped around yours like it were meant to be like that. warm.

“you don’t have to deal with this alone, y/n”

the moment wound down once more at the silence that fell.

"okay, look. i’ll just say it once and for all.” his tone is firm, almost commanding you to lift your gaze up at him. “i really, really like you. and i want to be with you. can we start over? please?”

you didn’t know what to respond at that instance. held frozen in place, but the rush of emotion through your nerves acted otherwise. all at once, it came washing over you like a wave.

"jiung?” you call out to him, as there goes another one of his hums. “you mean it?”

"of course i do.” he’s kneeling before you now, so damn close, it felt like your heart’s going to jump out of your chest. your pulse picks up, racing, as his other hand remains interlocked with yours and the other sneaks to caress your cheek.

jiung’s inching closer with every passing second, the air thick with anticipation as if it wasn’t already so stuffy from the cramped space. your eyes flutter shut while the only thing you could sense is the warmth of his breath against your lips. tilting your head subtly to the side, was that how they did it in the romcoms? failing to realize that you’re beginning to clutch his hand in yours harder that—“seven minutes is up!”

the closet door swings open without warning, your hands flying to push jiung away as his back meets the wall with a slight thud, watching the light stream into the cramped space. all over too soon.

yet it was just the catalyst to your eager desire; unable to take your hands off each other the moment you stepped foot outside of the closet. more like it was jiung getting rather handsy, his palm warm over the small of your back. even unabashedly pulling you closer to his side once you sink back down with the rest of the huddled group playing seven minutes. you’ve no reason to stay here anymore.

it came fleeting rather quickly, one moment he had you by the hand out of the door to that damned frat house, traversing through the empty, wasted field and towards the direction of the university dormitories. from the slightest ounce of privacy that touched your fingertips, you started yearning for more. as you reached the floor to your room, jiung wastes no time trapping you against the corridor wall, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“can i?” he mumbles against your skin, rather sensitive. and you would think he’s incapable of holding back a little kiss during the heat of the moment. except he still asks, lips beginning to ghost over you, bare.

"you don’t look like you could wait for—hngh, anything else.” you struggle underneath his grip, his hands fastening your wrists against the wall as he pushes against you impossibly closer. “i wanna hear you say yes.”

he follows, trailing further up that his nose subtly bumps on your cheek. you feel like you’re turning insane, the more time dragged on and he keeps holding back.

“please jiung, want you all over me…” you whine, a bit more when he finally presses a soft kiss over your flushed cheeks. he looked irresistible, pulling away to stare down at you with his eyes; glossed with hunger.

“even better.” and this time he inches closer once more, his lips hovering over yours tentatively, waiting for you to bridge the gap. and so you did, kissing him back with as much fervor. completely forgetting about the fact that this was the first time you’ve properly made out with someone, and you weren’t even quite sure if you’re doing it right.

it were as if jiung had a sort of sixth-sense, holding you gently by your jaw as your lips weave into a searing kiss, wet by the second as his tongue peeks out. sliding over your bottom lip. “i got you, relax.” he utters, the rumble of his voice traveling straight to your core.

jiung pulls away for a brief moment of oxygen, crashing his lips back to yours. sliding his tongue into your mouth this time ‘round, and you melt against him—weak in the knees as he rolls his wet muscle sinfully against yours.

“can’t get enough of you already,” it was a mystery how he manages to slip a few words here and there, from your pathetic state struggling to keep up with his desperate pace. proving truth to his words when the swirl of his tongue was followed by suckling on your own, that all you could do was mewl, you poor little thing.

it was dangerously risqué, anyone could simply walk into the sight of your sorry state, falling apart fully if it weren’t for jiung holding you up. keeping you upright despite the evident wobble in your knees as he continued to ravage you wantonly, done with his assault on your tongue that he’s moved to subtly bite on your bottom lip, bruised.

"mhmm.” you shudder, swallowing in a moan when he turns to the shell of your ear instead, tracing it sensitive, his spit cold once the air hit. and so he sucks, like he obsessively does, feeling every gentle flick of his tongue rush straight to your core.

you’re already so embarrassingly wet despite still being fully clothed, and his hands had done nothing but to remain over your cheek all this time. his nails raked against the thin fabric of your skimpy dress, mind turned to mush as the only thought you could render was that he needed to touch you right now. futher, more… more than you could ever fathom to beg for him out in the open.

“jiung…” you whimper, right against his ear. feeling his pants get uncomfortably tight that he just has to redirect his energy into smothering you, littering wet, hot, open-mouthed kisses on the expanse of your sensitive neck.

“yes baby?” it took him quite a while to respond, the petname sending a flutter in your chest. he tries to hold himself back before he began to litter nibbles over your skin.

his fingertips are a prickle over your body, finding yourself struggling to respond. mind blank, and you couldn’t even remember why you called out to him in the first place.

“mhmm,”

"you’re already so, horny. aren’t you?”

he’s met yet another smack to the shoulder, probably the nth time from yours this evening.

"don’t say it like that!” you tried leaning impossibly closer, your tone much less than a whisper.

nonetheless, jiung’s brain was equally as foggy, the impact of your hit disregarded. from his point of view, it was unbeknownst that your mind was swirling with how to break the looming silence. the only thing that had his attention in a headlock was the intoxicating sight of you, looking up at him, eyes glossed over in feral desire

your lips adorably bruised, proud of his insatiable work from earlier. your cheeks flushed and brows frustratingly knitted together. it was as if you’re wordlessly begging for him to kneel before you. in fact he would, right at the first syllable of anything you’d utter. and right past that was a sight behold, the swell of your breast, cleavage peeking underneath your outfit.

fuck, he needs you, mind driven towards delirium from his longing to touch. within the warmth from the palm of his hand, undoubtedly even better if he had his mouth on them, loving it wet. he needed you. so. so. badly.

"did you drink?” your voice was delicate, snapping him out of his trance.

“no.” and he was saying the truth. no sip of alcohol carried the same effect of his drunken want over your everything.

this time you took initiative, interlocking fingers with his as you dragged him towards your dorm room. every step you took in the hall felt electric, finding yourself fumbling with the key through the door as jiung’s hand teasingly dips past your waist.

at last pulling him inside, closing the door with a slam as you resume ravishing each other’s lips. you’re too dizzy at this point, his forehead pressing against yours as tries to keep you close. and with every step backwards goes a wet peck, bodies trailing toward your bed until your legs hit the edge.

and so he pushes you, gently, attempting to hold yourself up with your elbows toward the headboard. not until jiung grabs you by your thighs, nails digging over the plush—from that he abruptly yanks you back toward him and earns a surprised mewl.

“don’t go anywhere.”

“jiung, ‘m not.” yet he doesn’t answer anymore, resting his arms on either side of your head. you’ll never catch him without his lips on you, searching, sucking less than harshly that he might as well leave a mark. every nibble and flick of his tongue had you writhing beneath, and you couldn’t help but spread your legs open. hoping he’d take the hint.

he’s turning you breathless, with every press of his lips over your skin igniting such flame in your tummy.

“touch me jiung, please,” you finally cry out, driven crazy when your cunt’s clenching around nothing, wet yet untouched.

“where baby?” jiung rises from busying himself with your neck, only realizing just how much effect he had on you now that he’s gotten a proper view.

you lay there, helpless beneath his figure with your hair disheveled. lips parted from panting, chest heaving up and down.

“here,” you replied, out of breath. turning your head to the side abashed, that you couldn’t even grasp the fact that you’d reach this point. jiung meets your hands, letting you guide his hold toward your clothed breasts.

he couldn’t help a subtle smile tug on his lips, “you’re so damn cute,” jiung teases, swiftly pressing a kiss on your exposed cheek. “i’ll make you feel good, alright?”

please, you’d probably whine out, if you weren’t wallowing so much in the shame of drawing his touch right over your breasts. even so, he’s eager to pry you apart, relishing in the fact that despite your inexperience, you still push through, for him—communicating what you truly wanted.

and it left him with the inclination to fulfill it.

jiung groped your sensitive mounds through the fabric, turning your breathing ragged by the minute. god, you’re already so sensitive, and with every fleeting touch of his hands against your breasts, went to travel straight down to your cunt. sopping wet as you pushed your thighs together in an attempt to relieve the sticky feeling of your panties. proving useless. he then slips his fingers beneath the edge of your dress, thankfully strapless. right atop your chest, pulling it down until he’s met with the sight of your lacey little bra. “pretty,”

and yet he doesn’t show a single trace of rush carried in his actions, feeling you up to build the thrill, groping. “jiung...” you beg, reaching out to his wrist.

“patience,” he sounded curt, but the way he gently fondles your clothed breasts said otherwise.

right when he’s dragged as much of your dress down as he can, jiung catches you off guard—promptly sliding his hands beneath your bra that had your breath hitching. the warmth of his palms flush against your nipples, already perky, yearning for his touch.

jiung just has you pliant beneath him as the vulgar scene unfolds, tenderly groping, fondling your tits along with occasional pinches to your sensitive buds and making you mewl without fail. turns him on so so much, seeing you exposed so adorably that you had let go of all sense left within your body.

it didn’t take too long for him to come to a point, he couldn’t help himself anymore. the erotic sight of your desperate state rutting your clothed cunny up against his torso, helplessly. jiung finally hikes your bra up, your breasts spilling out of a fabric in such a way he can’t resist salivating over your vulnerable image.

and so he wastes no time. if you weren’t so lost within such a sensual trance that had your eyes fixated on the ceiling, you might’ve gotten the chance to catch jiung’s expression, his eyes completely glazed over. hungrily, he encloses his lips around your nipple, the warm wetness of his tongue swirling and flicking against the bud with abandon.

you swore your cunt begins to clench around nothing as he continued his work on you, skin erupting in goosebumps as he relentlessly sucks on the bud; lewd sounds filling the expanse of your dorm room. he doesn’t let your other breast get neglected, fondling its plush with the sporadic flick of his thumb over the bud over and over. ultimately urging you to hump against him suffocated in lust that’s taken over your whole being.

“ahh… jiung—” all you could manage to sputter out were pathetic whimpers, head thrown back as you sink into the mattress. his actions were a medley of flicking his hot tongue on to the other bud, switching, towards rapid kitten licks with his lips fully enclosed around it. eventually withdrawing with a short pop from the messy slick of his drool. once more diving back in to continue his feral abuse on your sensitive nipple. “feeling good?”

and you couldn’t even manage to choke out a reply even if you wanted to, drowning in suffocating desire. jiung pulls away, the hunger in him still begging to get satiated, his cock hard in his pants. a string of spit between your bud and his lip, glistening as it snapped.

anticipation overtakes you once more as he gently pushes your breasts together, flushed before craning back in to tongue over your swollen nipples, moving his head side to side in a frenzy. and you’re just so far gone, the warmth of his tongue licking over your buds with each turn. your already helpless state reduced to a mess, only able to splutter out hoarse moans. and he hasn’t even touched your needy cunt yet.

you had to pry him away from you, it was enough—more than enough before jiung manages to drive you towards an orgasm from merely stimulating your tits, having enough of embarrassing yourself in front of him. you’re not about to cum this early on, clothes barely taken off. you entwine your fingers through his hair, and just when he lets you breathe does he really see what he’s made of you.

sure, he looked disheveled as well, spit by the side of his lip. except you’re far worse, legs trembling from the growing wetness from your center, eyes lidded in a struggle to keep them open. blissed out of your mind and still, all you’ve ever wanted to see was jiung ravaging you like an animal.

“wanna take this all off, jiung…” he’s watchful, hooked on your voice that’s starting to turn a pitch higher than before.

“want more,”

lust bubbles within his chest, listening as you wish despite your struggle finishing sentences out of daze. “want to feel good with you,” your fingers try to reach beyond jiung’s chest, not making it far down but hoping he’d take the hint. swearing that the further you went without relief from your uncomfortable, sticky panties, the more you’ll spiral insane.

you began pulling the rest of your dress down in a hurry when jiung stops you. meeting your eyes glossed over as if you’re on the verge of tearing up from the pleasure, quite so. flashing him a puzzled look.

“i don’t have a condom with me.” he finally brings it up, fingers slowly tracing the curve of your wrist.

“me too…” you replied, sullen. jiung feeling guilty from discreetly thinking you looked adorable from the pout on your face.

at that moment you saw the instantaneous spark of idea carried in his eyes. any other day, you’d probably shoot him a glare, but now you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. especially when he’s had you wrapped around his finger, vulnerable and exposed, feeling your nerves ignite from the tension.

“you can sit on my face baby.”

“what?”

“sit on my face.”

he repeats it so matter-of-factly that it left you completely speechless, in a struggle to find the right words in response.

“jiung, i– it’s my first time and—”

“i know” his tone is reassuring, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “and i want you to know that i got you.” you could only conjure a feeble whine. ‘cause what does he mean with the fact that the two of you were just bickering a few weeks ago, and now he wants you to smother his face with your cunt.

“think of it as payback.” he spoke, his voice holding a honeyed warmth.

“use me however you want, after all, i’ve caused you enough problems with that letter.”

well, it was the last you’ve coherently heard of him that night. especially when everything he tried to say came out muffled while he’s got quite literally a mouthful of your dripping pussy. the lewd scene unfolds within the privacy of your dorm room, relieved that your roommate hadn’t decided to return yet. and if you could still recall whether or not these walls were soundproof.

everything that unraveled was such a filthy sight. your black dress, bra, and panties with it’s notable patch of your arousal on the fabric—discarded in a pile somewhere on the floor. it was the least of your worries when you’re currently sitting snug over jiung’s face, cunny rubbing against his wet, warm tongue that had your knuckles clenched and holding onto the headboard for dear life.

making sense of how the hell you’d gotten yourself in this position, taking into account that it’s your first time delving into anything frisky. however, you were running on nothing else but raging horniness, maintaining your desperate rhythm as you ride his face. grinding your hips in haste, folds slick as you use his tongue to get off. just so damn erotic.

it was truly pushing you towards the edge faster than you’d like to admit. his tongue sliding in and out of your pulsing hole, lightning fast. slick kitten licking against your clit over and over, when it isn’t the tip of his nose bumping on your pleasured, swollen bud.

fuck, it was a far more tantalizing sight as you turned to look behind you. through your lashes, watching jiung’s obscene state—his pants dragged down, jerking himself off, fast. his hand gripping his cock just right, up and down, wishing it was your pulsing cunt squeezing his shaft right now.

he made it a point, the next time he gets to ravage you senseless, you’d be crying out having enough of his cock plowing into your hole.

now it was just you you you, using him like he insisted you did.

jiung begins to amp it up, eager to send you towards your high. his tongue simultaneously slipping in and out of your hole before dragging back up, flattened to flick at your clit—god, it felt insatiably good, the pace in which you roll your hips on his face grew faltered. thighs turning wobbly as you neared your climax.

“hahh—fuckkk… jiung, you… you make me feel so good,” you pant, breathlessly fucking yourself on his tongue.

the best he could do was to hum in reply, against your clit, the vibration feeling insanely good as it travels straight to your core. his other hand grips harshly on the plush of your thigh, nails raking over the skin. almost forming crescents, vulgar and indecent, yet it all felt too pleasurable.

“i’m close, ‘m so, so close~” you whine out, your tangled fingers in his hair tightening. earning another moan that vibrated over your swollen, needy clit. your other hand struggling to keep leverage on to the headboard.

at this point you’re far too deep in pleasure, desperate to cum as you chase your high. turning crazy from how it felt so so good to ride his face, tongue working you toward it, the squelch of your sticky arousal dripping down his chin. more, more, moreee—rolling your hips over his face like you’re in such a rut, and it seems to be the case.

suddenly—you trembled, writhing in convulse as it came crashing over you like a wave. a particular bump of the tip of his nose against your clit before his relentless suckling pushed you teetering toward the edge. and he so desperately wanted to cum with you at the same time, stroking his cock faster. collecting part of your slick dripping down his chin to wet his shaft. jiung feels your cunt begin to gush, his nails digging deeper crescents into the plush of your thigh because you visibly couldn't handle the shake of your knees from the pleasure. his tongue, never ceasing to flick and flatten as he drags it on to your clit. over and over, lapping up your sticky cum.

“ahh–mhmh, jiung~!” you tug on his hair, fingers laced as you tried to squirm away from his grip. “no more!” yet he's making it difficult for you to do so, both of his arms locking your thighs in place as he began his endless ordeal of licking up your release. s'too much, too much–yet felt too fucking good, rendering you overstimulated out of your mind, merciless.

and when you've finally freed yourself from his grip, you stumbled back on to your mattress, disoriented. it was a blur, feeling yourself momentarily lose balance, suddenly collapsing onto the sheets. jiung immediately rose to his elbows, reaching toward you despite his voice beginning to sound like a distant muffle. concern was greatly etched across his face, “y/n are you okay?” you hear him, and yet it resounded like a distant echo, seeing his concerned expression the last few seconds before your vision slips into darkness.

his composure falters at that instant. had he pushed you too hard? he gazed down on your figure, laying there seemingly peaceful despite your exhaustion. once again you're vulnerable beneath his eyes. to him, jiung takes it as another chance to take care of you, his eyes tracing every outline of your features. and the gentle heaving of your chest that reminded him that he has to prove you that you can trust him.

“tired... ung, i'm okay,” you manage to mumble, and he releases a sigh of relief. almost moving to touch you before he realizes that he's… made quite a mess of his own as well. making a quick trip to the bathroom to clean himself up, stumbling upon bits of your clothes strewn over the floor.

he found you alrewdy fast asleep when he came back. making it a point in his head to go easy on you next time–he wouldn't admit, but the way panic surged through his nerves once you collapsed got him shaken. but in a few minutes he's gotten you into your matching pajamas, tucked underneath a blanket as he slides beside you. he holds your body close to his chest, “night baby,” you couldn't hear him; nonetheless, he still wanted to whisper to you sweet, pressing chaste kisses atop your head.

jiung turns to your bedside table, almost reaching out to turn off your lampshade when he stops to see an abnormally neon yellow sticky note stuck on the wall above that read in bold ink: ‘presentation monday morning’

the presentation.

oh god, you both have to do the presentation tomorrow at 8am.

fuck.

[1:47] kyo: y/n where’d you go???

[1:49] kyo: jiung’s not here too?

[2:05] kyo: alright damn

[2:06] kyo: i get it

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[update] piwontober

might post the fic a bit late, a little less than a day but not past the 14th. i have class tomorrow and idk how to squeeze in proofreading around 7k words i've written :(

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hi guys! just dropping by real quick to get my blog out of the trenches. i hope my posts still show up within the tags despite inactivity. the jiung piwontober fic is coming soon and i can't wait to share it with everyone🩷!! i've just been really really busy with uni lately, so i apologize if i haven't responded to other people's comments and messages☹️. but i will get to them soon!

anyway, i find that from where i live, time is a bit ahead of others, so i'll be following the US timezone in uploading the fic. a little later on within the day of the 13th, or maybe earlier if i get to proofread it faster. thank you so much for everyone's patience!

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welcome p1eces! we have finally made it to the second stage of piwontober 24’! writers have been assigned, prompts and dates are ready, and we are so excited to share this collaborative event with everyone here on the p1harmony tumblr community <3

we would also like to thank you all for applying <3 we tried to distribute the works as evenly as possible amongst members but you can always dm us with concerns! me and @sxfterhearts are here to guide and work with you all throughout this event!! if you feel as if you cannot post in a timely manner, or if you are one of the writers with two works and it’s too stressful to manage, don’t hesitate to reach out! we want this experience to be fun and not stressful 🧡

wc minimum: 1k words <3

note: this page/link will be the the full masterlist as well! we will link each work under each day as they are posted so this will be the main post to refer to from now on!

PROMPT LIST + ASSIGNED WRITERS

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DAY 1: lingerie/first time/degradation with yoon keeho

writer: @hrts4christian

DAY 2: deep throating/wet dream/cum eating with choi taeyang

writer: @jiungsdaisy

DAY 3: phonesex/sexting/foreplay/dystopia with choi jiung

writer: @sxfterhearts

DAY 4: food play/biting/marks/drunk sex with hwang intak

writer: @348kg

DAY 5: hunter/prey/blindfold/forced orgasm with haku shota

writer: @kissoulie

DAY 6: roleplay/reunion sex/discipline with kim jongseob

writer: @strawberry-seob

DAY 7: praise kink/spanking/corruption with yoon keeho

writer: @written-by-3racha

DAY 8: gunplay/dirty talk/stockholm syndrome with choi taeyang

writer: @strawberry-seob

DAY 9: threesome/aftercare/gangbang with choi jiung & hwang intak

writer: @starryjiung

DAY 10: mirror sex/orgasm denial/amnesia with haku shota

writer: @jongseobsgf

DAY 11: sensory deprivation/public sex/choking with kim jongseob

writer: @yummyyumberries

DAY 12: pregnancy/formal wear/daddy kink with choi taeyang

writer: @jiungsdaisy

DAY 13: make-up sex/face sitting/blackmail with choi jiung

writer: @playerninth

DAY 14: overstimulation/massaging/begging with hwang intak

writer: @348kg

DAY 15: double penetration/oral sex/jealousy with haku shota & kim jongseob

writer: @kisseobie

DAY 16: bath/shower sex/fingering/torture with yoon keeho

writer: @starryjiung

DAY 17: face-fucking/anal sex/shame/guilt with choi taeyang

writer: @hausofwoo

DAY 18: hate/angry sex/competence kink/forced marriage with choi jiung

writer: @sxfterhearts

DAY 19: breath play/body worship/slave/master with hwang intak

writer: @leepace

DAY 20: hair-pulling/thigh riding/bondage with haku shota

writer: @jongseobsgf

DAY 21: size difference/window/balcony sex/powerplay with kim jongseob

writer: @kisseobie

DAY 22: sleepy sex/lactation kink/stalking with yoon keeho

writer: @written-by-3racha

DAY 23: sub/dom/temperature play/captive with choi taeyang

writer: @hausofwoo

DAY 24: seduction/against a wall/somnophilia with choi jiung

writer: @sminiac

DAY 25: breeding/masturbation/harem with ot6 p1harmony

writer: @kisseobie

DAY 26: A/B/O/accidental stimulation/incest with hwang intak

writer: @leepace

DAY 27: sixty-nine/glory hole/voyeurism with haku shota

writer: @kissoulie

DAY 28: creampie/edging/sex pollen with kim jongseob

writer: @sunflowerseob

DAY 29: age difference/teasing/forbidden with yoon keeho

writer: @hrts4christian

DAY 30: FREE CHOICE (any member!)

writer: tentative.. tba!

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feel free share this post as widely as possible with your writer friends and use #piwontober24 to spread the word!

note for hashtags: use the prompt list #dlkinktober2024 and potentially tag the user @dreamlandcreations for prompt credits! writers, once again, please make sure to use the hashtag #piwontober24 under your writings so that they are easier to navigate for readers! happy smut writing! ✶

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this is so random but

intak just radiates the same vibes as the haikyu miya twins

volleyball player intak x team manager reader ??

it's kinda giving tanaka and kiyoko

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thinking of saying goodbye to my current theme, i want to change it to something that feels a lot more cozy~~ leaning towards a brown and beige color scheme

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introducing: piwontober ‘24, the first ever p1harmony kinktober event hosted by @kisseobie and @sxfterhearts !! ☆

calling all p1ece! we are taking applications for all writers who are interested in joining our kinktober event. it doesn’t matter if you’re a new smut writer like rach or a veteran smut writer like me – as long as you love p1harmony and you want to write for them, you can apply! read on to find out more :)

rules/guidelines:

1. it goes without saying but don’t interact if you’re a minor! this event is 18+ only and nsfw pls and thank you!!

2. we will be using this prompt list so be sure to check it out before applying and get your creative juices flowing!

3. we’re aiming for 2-5 fics per member but this will depend on the number of applications we receive – preferably we’d like to have an equal number of writers to p1h members!

4. most importantly: have fun! this event is simply a way for the p1ece tumblr community to interact with each other, work on our smut writing skills and make new p1ece friends! ᥫ᭡

key dates to keep note of:

applications open – today

applications close – next friday [9/13 at 6pm CST]

accepted writers will be announced and messaged – next sunday [9/15 at 8pm CST]

detailed schedules + masterlist for kinktober fics – tba! stay tuned :)

*pro tip: start writing your steamiest, spookiest smut fics asap!!! try and get a head start so you don’t fall behind on writing <3

if you are interested in applying please fill out this form by the provided date! ₊˚𓂃ᡴꪫ

please do not hesitate to dm/reach out to myself or rach with any questions, feedback or concerns you may have!! we’re here to navigate this process with you all <33

we are still working through the details of the event, which will largely depend on the number of applications we receive. our aim with piwontober ‘24 is to make everything as fun and simple as possible for our writers and readers. it is our first time running a kinktober event (or any event) so please be patient with us as we navigate this <3

feel free share this post as widely as possible with your writer friends and use #piwontober24 to spread the word!

note for hashtags: use the prompt list #dlkinktober2024 and potentially tag the user @dreamlandcreations for prompt credits! writers, once again, please make sure to use the hashtag #piwontober24 under your writings so that they are easier to navigate for readers! happy smut writing! ✶

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Did you forget your password? Please come back 😭

hii!! i'm trying to get back into writing as september begins because i really do miss being on tumblr :((

a little bit of explanation: i've been gone because i'm busy adjusting into my first month of being a uni student. honestly, i'm really scared because it's the first time i've been on my own in a really big city without knowing anyone.

i might disappear from time to time, just know im focusing on my studies whenever this happens!

i am desperately trying to squeeze in time for fics during weekends because it really does make me happy to write!! if only i could spend the rest of my life writing TT

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I just need you to know how much your Jiung fic has me on my knees. Blessed bc your writing is immaculate and I reread it quite frequently :)

ik my response is long overdue as i haven't been here since forever but🩷 it truly warms my heart to receive asks like this. taking the time to reread my fic is a message i've never imagined i will receive. thank you for your kind words, it really keeps me going as a writer!

i really miss jiung and now that piwon is having a comeback i feel like i have to get back into writing soon!!!! i have lots of ideas in my notes app, and i'm finding the time to get to them! a little sneak peek but i have a 2 chapter fic idea for seob (it's that long bc i feel like i need some build up before the smut🫣) + another seob sfw fic that's just some cute pining over each other kinda thing

as for jiung, i have a fic idea that has everything i love (established relationship, domestic stuff, jiung being really sweet) i'm really embarrassed about this one because it seems a little too self indulgent to publish into the internet world but we'll see!

(i haven't started writing any of these yet actually😔)

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ur blog theme is so cute im actually crying

apologies for taking a while to respond, i didn't see my inbox got an ask but !! THANK U SO MUCHHH !! <333

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i'm very grateful you took the time to read! thank you so much!!🥹🫶

BUTTERFLIES (2 A.M VERSION) + smut mdni

non idol!jiung x fem!reader

彡 — an unexpected storm crashes your night, and thank god you and jiung managed to get to the car before the rain’s turned heavy. yet when the train station you’ve asked him to drop you off to was surprisingly under construction from a system malfunction—you’re left with no choice but to stay the night over at your boyfriend’s place.

author’s note: i was in the middle of writing something for jongseob yesterday... until i opened twitter and oh my fucking god jiung looked so damn fine on live i almost wanted to eat a boulder. hence i present to you, this fic! also i love everything domestic and fluffy when it comes to jiung so that's how it is for the first part of this fic <3

word count: 4.5k

warnings: established relationship. cunnilingus, blowjob that turns into 69 (woah there), squirting, mentions of his tattoo

"y/n, you've been looking at me weird ever since i stepped foot in this restaurant." you almost choked at a meatball as you tried to laugh his words off, blinking in a frenzy because he must've caught you staring at him so intensely, pupils blown out, for the nth time this evening.

"yeah, um... sorry, it's just—it's just because you look really good tonight!"

you fiddle your fork around your pasta, surprised that only a sentence escaped your throat despite the whirlwind of thoughts in your head—his jet black hair falling over his face, his complementary full brows, down to his lips that are irresistibly a tinge of pink that you almost wanna reach over the table and kiss him. jiung's always so effortlessly charming that you might as well melt in your seat then and there.

"what kind of excuse is that… come on and eat your food, the way you sounded from your texts earlier, it must've been a really tiring day at work, am i right?" he utters, ever so caring like you never leave his mind. although the restaurant held a cozy, dimly lit atmosphere during dinner, you could still glimpse at how his brown blazer perfectly frames his broad shoulders and the white shirt from beneath that rumbles with every laugh echoing in his chest. you're only broken from your trance when he raises his fork strung with the pasta, urging you to have a taste.

"mhm. remind me to order this one the next time we come back." you gesture a finger over his plate, breaking into a subtle smile when you feel the pad of his thumb wipe away the sauce by the side of your lip.

frankly, you couldn't wait for when another date like this would follow, serving as your only savior from consecutive taxing days at work. jiung's constant texts and calls could only do so much for your pent-up frustration when missing him.

dinner wound up faster than you would like it to be. dejection was painted all over you as he walked you toward his car with his hand resting on the small of your back.

“jiung, could you just drop me off at the train station?” you spoke up once he unlocked the car, opening the passenger seat for you.

he hurriedly runs over to the other side of the car, the subtle patter of raindrops on the windshield hooking your attention. “there’s no need for that, i’ll drive you back to your apartment.”

“but… it’s going to get really late since you’re going to have to drive back to yours. aren’t you tired from work as well?” you turn to him after fastening your seatbelt.

“i’ll never be tired when it comes to you y/n.” his reply sent a flutter through your chest, struggling to take your eyes off his figure while he focused on the road before him.

it’s like he always knows the right words to make your heart skip a beat.

though it’s proved to be quite a challenge in your relationship to be living in apartments that are a distance apart from each other, jiung’s never acted like it’s such an inconvenience for him, always as admirably unfazed and composed as the first time you fell for him.

“no, really… babe, you’ve already done so much for me this evening. i can manage on my own.” you firmly press on, his hand trailing down to shortly caress your thigh before going back to the steering wheel.

“if you say so then~ i’m always a call away if you need me, alright?”

the drizzle from before had long brewed into a storm as the raindrops now rattle harshly against the glass. jiung’s driving a lot more carefully now, the night stretching out more than ever. at this point, he wanted to pose his offer to you from earlier. there’s no way he’s going to let you out on your own in this raging weather.

“good thing we already got in the car before the rain worsened,” he mumbles, preparing to take a turn to the right as you near the train station.

you begin shuffling in your seat to ready your bag and an umbrella until you're met with the sight of clamor right outside the train station. scanning outside your window, it's unfortunate how dozens of people appear stranded, trying to catch a ride from cabs.

“this station’s apparently closed for the meantime, there’s something they have to fix. and… i guess it’s taking longer than usual because of the rain.” you turn back to your boyfriend, face lit from the glow of his phone as he scrolls through local news.

you slump back into your seat, watching him maneuver the car back onto the road.

“are you really sure you’re okay driving all the way to my place? i could pay for the gas.” you offer, tipping your head slightly to the side.

“there’s no need for that—”

“please, jiung… it’s the least i could do for tonight…” you further beg, reaching out a hand over his arm, enough to not disturb him while he drives.

“hmm… my apartment isn’t as far from here, compared to yours. you know you could always stay the night with me? then i’ll just drive you to your workplace the following morning.”

you look away, pondering for a minute. “i’d love to be with you longer for tonight, but it’s not like you don’t have work tomorrow either. you’d drive twice as far since mine’s the opposite way as yours.”

jiung huffs out a quick sigh. “if only i wasn’t driving right now, i’d probably be pinching your cheeks until you just let me take care of you.” you let out a laugh at his words, your gaze following the trickle of the rain down the window.

“...and why wouldn’t i wanna do it if it means i’ll get to start my mornings with you.”

there he goes again, kindling a flicker of rush through your heart, ultimately letting him have the final word.

it was a comfortable silence for the rest of the ride, finding yourself at jiung's apartment in no time. the storm still hadn't quelled as the evening progressed, yet it felt much cozier within the confines of your boyfriend's bedroom as you waited for him to finish his shower.

you were quite surprised he hadn't asked you to bathe together—usually enjoying how he gets to do the scrubbing for you while occasionally leaving kisses despite the soap suds on your body.

jiung let you enter his apartment first, especially since you already have a copy of his keys, letting you know he'd also come right after since he's gonna check something in his car for a short while.

you were in the middle of getting dressed when you feel yourself getting engulfed into a warm hug, his perfume partly replaced with the smell of his body wash. it's not difficult to anticipate the gentle kisses that follow, and the familiar trail of jiung's lips from the back of your head, trailing towards your shoulder before finally resting his chin on it to try and peck your cheek next.

as he does so, you squirm within his grip, erupting into a chuckle. "at least let me get fully dressed first," you playfully banter, sliding into a pair of shorts and a shirt you've left at his place from times you've slept over from before.

you perch on the bed afterward, further scooting backward once he kneels on the mattress as well, toppling his figure over yours and rendering you immobile.

"jiung, what're you---" you struggle talking when he settles his weight over you, his arms sneaking beneath your body in a tight embrace. "let's stay like this for a while."

truly, there's no such thing as 'a while' for jiung. not a single bone of subtlety in his body when he wants to get it known to you that he wants something. he's boldly nuzzling his face impossibly closer into the crook of your neck, his tongue darting out, warm like a spark against your skin.

similarly, his hand runs over your body. snaking a hand past your hip, shamelessly brushing into your inner thigh before retreating once he's drawn a gasp from your throat. your fingers cling tightly to his shoulder, his wet lips still busy on your neck, resuming his brazen movements from your waist over to the swell of your breast, fondling rather harshly until he pinches your nipple through the fabric.

you're startled when you emit a strained whine, turning hazy by the minute. "what is it now jiung..."

the mattress dips shortly when he pulls away, his touch unwavering as his hands reach down to lace through yours. "i wanted to offer to massage you since you were probably tired from today, but..."

his words dwindle once his eyes come into focus, your body lying vulnerable underneath him. though his shadow's cast over you, it felt like you had his gaze spellbound from how he struggled to turn away. meeting the sight of your parted lips heaving out light breaths, your hair, disheveled, almost sorry because he knows you just finished showering. yet when his eyes flicker down to your bare tummy peeking below the hem of your shirt, he knows there's no turning back for him anymore.

"i could see you're getting other ideas than... that."

jiung clears his throat at your words, blinking away from his trance.

"i would be the happiest if you let me." he's playfully fiddling with your fingers, eager to hear a reply. "i want to let you relax, i know you're spent from today."

you hold your tongue, watching as he approaches the edge of the bed while his hands shift to rest over your thighs. he takes it up a mile when he completely rises, leaving the bed to kneel on the floor, his hands firmly grasping onto your flesh before pulling you closer to him as he could.

you couldn't resist a gasp from his abrupt pull, desperately dragging your shorts off, leaving the garment to get lost on the floor.

it's tough to find the right words when jiung's swift to splay his hands over the plush of your thighs once more, watching as your legs fall apart before him. your breath is caught in your throat when his gentle eyes flicker to lock onto yours, yet you feel much more exposed when he's got you in such a vulgar position. however, his gaze isn't one to expect a reply drawn from you, knowing full well you're only capable of noises and whines at your abashed state.

"mhm..." the sensation of his hum on your skin vibrates like electricity through your veins, beginning a languid pace of nipping over the expanse of your inner thigh. it's so obscene that if it weren't for the barrier your panties served, jiung's met with the sight of your pussy, hole pulsating with a drip of your glistening arousal. you couldn't know for sure if it's already seeped a damp spot through the fabric.

as you peered down, you couldn’t refrain from tugging on a tuft of his hair, a desperate attempt to hurry him. he remained resolute nevertheless, eyes shut tight he focused on your thighs hooked over his shoulders. it felt like his hot kisses were promptly rising closer to your clothed cunt, doubting that it may just be your imagination until you’re shaken out of your reverie from an unexpected sting.

you glance down once more, only now realizing your head has been thrown back against the mattress. jiung’s finger pulls the hem of your panties taut before letting it snap again, ripping a whine from your chest.

"i want you to keep your eyes on me though,” your heartbeat mirrors the harsh patter of raindrops against the bedroom window, bringing you back down to earth. much like the raging storm brewing outside, the surge of desire pooling in your stomach heightened your senses.

“miss the way you taste." he ends his sentence, nudging his nose against your clothed pussy, moving upward to bump ever so slightly on your clit as you let out a lazy mewl.

jiung licks you through your panties, the tip of his tongue prodding and prodding as he tries to trace tantalizingly around your hole. he replaces it with the flat of his tongue headily dragging up until he feels the bump of your clit on his wet muscle and promptly sucks.

“ahh… fuck, jiung…” you’re melting into bliss once he encloses his lips around your bud tight, suckling wet and hungry as if it were his oasis. continuously flicking his warm tongue repeatedly, watching your legs shudder when all of a sudden he stops, leaving you hanging out of nowhere.

you’re whining out, brows narrowed as you crack from your pleasured daze. “why’d you stop?” he winces from your harsh pull on his scalp, refusing to meet your eyes. you didn’t miss the grin he had on his lips, shiny from spit and you wish he would’ve just dived back in already.

yet he’s just teasingly thumbing through your panties, remaining wordless as you buck your hips up, desperate for the slightest touch of the pad of his finger on your clit.

"jiung... just take it off, please—i don’t know what you’re even waiting for anymore." you cry out, voice punctuated in tones of impatience.

"i want to hear you say that you want this as much as i do. can you do it for me?" he asks, painstakingly swirling a thumb over your swollen bud.

"yes! yes, jiung please…” he feels his cock twitch from your needy sobs, fingers already trailing toward the hem of your panties. “just eat me out, please, jiung… i want your tongue on me!”

that was all it took for him to pull your legs together, raised, so he could slide your panties off before letting your thighs rest over his shoulders once more.

you could feel his breath fanning against your bare folds, raking your nails over the sheets in anticipation. whilst jiung had an arm draped over one of your thighs, his other hand reached closer to your cunt, his thumb tugging lightly so he could get a better view—just enough so he could drag the flat of his tongue over your sweet cunny, flicking the tip as he reaches your clit.

“no matter how many times i eat you out,” he utters, shortly licking a strip before finishing his words. “just can’t seem to get enough of you.”

it was the last you’ve heard of jiung before he began a pace of rapid kitten licks over your sensitive clit, your hand flying towards his hair once he encloses his lips over your bud and sucks, wetly—making your knees tremble as they lay hung over his frame.

he lay still, hunched over your lower body as he works you into ecstasy, a medley of languidly swirling his wet muscle around your clit and switching to firm, fast licks until he’s had you writhing and sobbing out his name in a chant. he heaves you down, carefully lapping over the slick of your folds and your hole, ultimately burying his face further between your thighs as he delves his tongue into the hole of your cunny.

you’re such a mess, falling apart as he lets your arousal collect on his tongue, moaning when he feels the plush of your walls clamp around him, overwhelmingly making you fuck yourself against his mouth when his nose bumps over your swollen clit.

and just when you couldn’t fathom what else he could do to render you pliant from the meager use of his mouth, jiung forcefully grasps your thighs spread, effortlessly slipping a finger into your cunt as his lips move to latch over your clit and abuse it with his tongue.

“oh, god. jiung—feels so fucking good,” the air within his bedroom felt intoxicating as you let yourself succumb to pleasure. the constant suckling of his mouth matched the noise of his slender finger sinking into your cunny, slick, filthy noises turning the atmosphere heated by the minute.

close, close, you’re so fucking close. the repeated squelch of your gushing pussy felt humiliating, your heart hammering as you let out ragged moans between calls of his name. no one else could see you in such a helpless, embarrassing state, driven mad over his bed. the same bed he’s touched himself to the thought of pleasuring you to his utmost desire.

and now he’s doing it to you once more.

jiung slips in another finger, groaning around your swollen bud when he realizes how wet he’s made of you from the patch of arousal that’s pooled onto his sheets. continuing the thrusts of his digits into your cunny, watching the way you engulf him through your folds. and he just curls—curls his fingers knowing you’d begin rutting up to his mouth eager for release.

“want it, want it, want it, jiung—please!” you sob out, almost as if tears were welling at the corners of your eyes as you couldn’t stop yourself from breathily moaning in chase of your high, cheeks burning in bliss.

he’ll never say a word, at least not for now, but it fuels his ego that he’s the only one who could topple you over the edge—out of your mind as he finds your g-spot and prods his fingers there, staying, almost making out with your cunt from the way he’s sucking even more that he wants the cord in you to snap, just groaning flush against your swollen bud as he thrusts his digits impossibly faster—his chin slick with your arousal as he receives for more, feeling you cum all over his fingers getting sucked further into the squeeze of your cunt and trying to push his head away even though your thighs are clamped tight over his cheeks.

it was then when he pulled away from your trembling figure, he took in your spent image that fell apart on his bed, your fingers numb while your legs lay limp as your moans died down along with your high. he kisses your clit once more, maybe even the last time he would when he feels the weak push of your hand on his forehead.

“no more…” your soft spoke, meeting his eyes again when he hovers over you on his bed, admiring the gorgeous angel he’s turned blissed out of their mind.

fuck. he knows for sure, yours is the prettiest pussy he’s ever tasted and will ever pleasure.

jiung moves in an attempt to fetch you a glass of water, yet he doesn’t even make it out of the bed when he feels you tug on his fingertips, flashing you a questioning expression. “jiung, you’re hard.”

it was from your words that he came back to his senses, the bulge in his shorts serving quite the trouble, although he doesn’t want to bother you further.

“don’t worry about it y/n, you don’t have to do anything about it.” you almost wanted to curse at him, from how selfless he’s been treating you ever since the evening began, but all you could muster was to rest on your elbows.

“no, no. let me, please. after all you’ve done for me tonight…” you urge him to position himself closer to the headboard, recalling how he’s paid for dinner, drove you around, and… made you cum in the span of one night. “the least you could let me do is to return the favor.”

“alright then, but… i’d like to make a simple request.” you raise your gaze toward him, awaiting an answer as you straddle his body while his head softly hits the pillow.

“i couldn’t have you leaning over like that.”

he gestures towards your knees, still trembling from the afterglow of your orgasm.

he hurriedly rids himself off his shirt, followed by the rest of his undergarments. it was only then that you remembered the tattooed butterflies over his torso, ever so sultry, leading down further until you’re met with the sight of his cock, tip leaky and begging to get pleasured.

“you can sit on me while you…” he struggles to string his words together, anticipating the shocked look on your face as he holds his arms out for you to reach closer.

“jiung… im still a little bit sensitive from earlier i don’t think i can handle another—”

“dont worry baby, im not gonna touch you! i mean, i will touch you… but i’ll just keep my hands on your thighs. i promise.”

and so you shift at his words, straddling his chest as you lean over to the direction of his cock. it’s such a shameful position to be solely sucking him off with your ass so close to his face, especially now that his touch is ghosting over your thighs, keeping you snug in place.

he’s been needy for the longest this evening despite choosing to be such a giver, heavily panting out the moment he feels your tongue swipe over his slit. fuck, the swirl of your wet muscle dragging over his heavy tip was something he’s never realized he’d been yearning for, his breath hitching, fading into a groan when you finally engulf as much of him as you can in your warm mouth.

he’s heavy on your tongue, yet all you could wish for was for him to not moan out so seductively distracting. your hole’s clenching around nothing at this point, trying to focus on the way you sloppily wrapped your cock with his mouth as you bobbed your head.

“ahh… y/n, fuck—more.” you couldn’t resist getting aroused once more, especially from the way he was moaning your name out so passionately, the rumble of his chest from constant groans traveling straight to your core, a familiar surge burning up within your tummy.

and where else would jiung look at aside from your ass, right in front of him, his piercing gaze descending to your cunt. although his eyes could've been shut tight from the pleasure, he'd still feel you, slick dripping down just an inch past his collarbones.

it's like you're testing him on purpose. he doesn't want to break his promise to you, even though he badly wants to latch his mouth on your cunny once more with abandon. he can't help it, nails digging crescents on the flesh of your thigh as his breathing grew ragged, dragging him back to the present as he has to deal with the constant slobber of your sucking and the lewd image of your cunt.

it must mean you're aroused though, if your pussy's making such a wet mess over him. regardless if it were a mix of his spit and your earlier orgasm currently oozing out, his mind's running on nothing but his need for you.

he just can't help it. you weren't sure what to make of the sudden apologies jiung uttered simultaneously at your messy eating, unintentionally hollowing your cheeks at his rough pull towards his mouth, ultimately latching his lips over your folds for the second time.

"mhmph—jiung, i told you..." you cry out, pulling away from his length with a string of spit connected to your bottom lip, glistening. your mind wandered back into pleasure as you still try keeping your furious pace of stroking his cock, despite your mind turning cloudy from the repeated lapping of his tongue on your clit—knowing full well you're still recovering from your climax not too long ago.

oh, but god, he didn't have to be so good at eating you out that you're shamelessly bucking your hips, trying to meet the way his tongue darts out towards your folds.

you tried your hardest to take him into your mouth once more, but you just couldn't keep a steady pace. your fist looked helpless, stroking him erratically while you're left tearfully moaning out as he lets you ride his face in a rush of lust. working each other towards the edge of climax, as you rut over him.

from an outside perspective, it would seem it was just you falling apart, vision blurring as you relished the flicking of jiung's tongue on your sensitive clit, your grip loosening on his cock—'til you're left clawing over his tattooed butterflies in pure bliss.

you're choking out sobs at this point, no doubt nearing your orgasm by the second. oh, but there's just something quite different with the way the spring in your tummy coils tight, your veins growing much hotter as the only thing you could hear was the pounding of your heart in your ears.

"ohhh, fuck---jiung, jiung, can't!" he anticipates the tremble rushing through the plush of your thighs, delving the tip of his tongue into your cunny before he's met with an abrupt wetness splattering all over his chin, warm on his neck and a sticky splotch on the sheets—god, you're just giving him more reasons to wanna ravish you further.

and if there's one thing he's been dreaming of, he didn't expect it would be such a hot sight for you to squirt all over him, almost feeling like his fingertips held a spark as he worked you through your messy high.

“that was…hot, oh… fuck, y/n...” he curses through his breath, unexpectedly cumming just from watching you fall apart and squirting all over him. it was unfortunate how he couldn’t see the way he released all over your face, your lips stricken with his sticky cum as you attempt to lick the sides of your mouth clean before your head falls back over his torso in an attempt to clean the cum off the tattoo.

silence fell upon the room, and at this point the storm had fizzled down a little bit, almost finding yourself drawn to slumber until jiung gently flipped you over, your back against his soft mattress.

“i’ll be right back, alright?” you could almost make out the image of your boyfriend through your heavy lids, his chin and chest dripping wet—embarrassingly because of you.

yet time blurred out of your control as you couldn’t even feel ashamed about it, only to shortly wake up in freshly replaced sheets and clothes, your chest to the mattress.

the cozy smell of vanilla wafts through the room, a subtle glow at the corner of your eye from the candle over his dresser.

jiung really pushed through with his words, his hands gentle yet firm as he massages the muscles on your back, almost feeling yourself doze back to sleep as he quells each ache with his movements.

“feel better now baby?”

he notices you’ve finally woken up, leaning down to press a soft kiss over your shoulder before resuming his massages.

“you must’ve felt really spent, i’m sorry… i couldn’t help myself. i’ll try to hold myself back, next time.”

you reply with a low hum, closing your eyes to focus on relaxing under your touch.

yet knowing jiung and his persistent attitude—coupled with the first time he’s made you squirt, you’re certain he’s miserably going to fail in trying to stay true to his words.

…but is it really that bad if he’s making you feel good though?

— a/n: you've made it this far... thank you for reading my debut fic on tumblr! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging and i would love to hear your thoughts as well!

[playerninth]

thank you so so much for your kind words💓💓 we're all just so insane for him these days like im on the floor just seeing his live😭

BUTTERFLIES (2 A.M VERSION) + smut mdni

non idol!jiung x fem!reader

彡 — an unexpected storm crashes your night, and thank god you and jiung managed to get to the car before the rain’s turned heavy. yet when the train station you’ve asked him to drop you off to was surprisingly under construction from a system malfunction—you’re left with no choice but to stay the night over at your boyfriend’s place.

author’s note: i was in the middle of writing something for jongseob yesterday... until i opened twitter and oh my fucking god jiung looked so damn fine on live i almost wanted to eat a boulder. hence i present to you, this fic! also i love everything domestic and fluffy when it comes to jiung so that's how it is for the first part of this fic <3

word count: 4.5k

warnings: established relationship. cunnilingus, blowjob that turns into 69 (woah there), squirting, mentions of his tattoo

"y/n, you've been looking at me weird ever since i stepped foot in this restaurant." you almost choked at a meatball as you tried to laugh his words off, blinking in a frenzy because he must've caught you staring at him so intensely, pupils blown out, for the nth time this evening.

"yeah, um... sorry, it's just—it's just because you look really good tonight!"

you fiddle your fork around your pasta, surprised that only a sentence escaped your throat despite the whirlwind of thoughts in your head—his jet black hair falling over his face, his complementary full brows, down to his lips that are irresistibly a tinge of pink that you almost wanna reach over the table and kiss him. jiung's always so effortlessly charming that you might as well melt in your seat then and there.

"what kind of excuse is that… come on and eat your food, the way you sounded from your texts earlier, it must've been a really tiring day at work, am i right?" he utters, ever so caring like you never leave his mind. although the restaurant held a cozy, dimly lit atmosphere during dinner, you could still glimpse at how his brown blazer perfectly frames his broad shoulders and the white shirt from beneath that rumbles with every laugh echoing in his chest. you're only broken from your trance when he raises his fork strung with the pasta, urging you to have a taste.

"mhm. remind me to order this one the next time we come back." you gesture a finger over his plate, breaking into a subtle smile when you feel the pad of his thumb wipe away the sauce by the side of your lip.

frankly, you couldn't wait for when another date like this would follow, serving as your only savior from consecutive taxing days at work. jiung's constant texts and calls could only do so much for your pent-up frustration when missing him.

dinner wound up faster than you would like it to be. dejection was painted all over you as he walked you toward his car with his hand resting on the small of your back.

“jiung, could you just drop me off at the train station?” you spoke up once he unlocked the car, opening the passenger seat for you.

he hurriedly runs over to the other side of the car, the subtle patter of raindrops on the windshield hooking your attention. “there’s no need for that, i’ll drive you back to your apartment.”

“but… it’s going to get really late since you’re going to have to drive back to yours. aren’t you tired from work as well?” you turn to him after fastening your seatbelt.

“i’ll never be tired when it comes to you y/n.” his reply sent a flutter through your chest, struggling to take your eyes off his figure while he focused on the road before him.

it’s like he always knows the right words to make your heart skip a beat.

though it’s proved to be quite a challenge in your relationship to be living in apartments that are a distance apart from each other, jiung’s never acted like it’s such an inconvenience for him, always as admirably unfazed and composed as the first time you fell for him.

“no, really… babe, you’ve already done so much for me this evening. i can manage on my own.” you firmly press on, his hand trailing down to shortly caress your thigh before going back to the steering wheel.

“if you say so then~ i’m always a call away if you need me, alright?”

the drizzle from before had long brewed into a storm as the raindrops now rattle harshly against the glass. jiung’s driving a lot more carefully now, the night stretching out more than ever. at this point, he wanted to pose his offer to you from earlier. there’s no way he’s going to let you out on your own in this raging weather.

“good thing we already got in the car before the rain worsened,” he mumbles, preparing to take a turn to the right as you near the train station.

you begin shuffling in your seat to ready your bag and an umbrella until you're met with the sight of clamor right outside the train station. scanning outside your window, it's unfortunate how dozens of people appear stranded, trying to catch a ride from cabs.

“this station’s apparently closed for the meantime, there’s something they have to fix. and… i guess it’s taking longer than usual because of the rain.” you turn back to your boyfriend, face lit from the glow of his phone as he scrolls through local news.

you slump back into your seat, watching him maneuver the car back onto the road.

“are you really sure you’re okay driving all the way to my place? i could pay for the gas.” you offer, tipping your head slightly to the side.

“there’s no need for that—”

“please, jiung… it’s the least i could do for tonight…” you further beg, reaching out a hand over his arm, enough to not disturb him while he drives.

“hmm… my apartment isn’t as far from here, compared to yours. you know you could always stay the night with me? then i’ll just drive you to your workplace the following morning.”

you look away, pondering for a minute. “i’d love to be with you longer for tonight, but it’s not like you don’t have work tomorrow either. you’d drive twice as far since mine’s the opposite way as yours.”

jiung huffs out a quick sigh. “if only i wasn’t driving right now, i’d probably be pinching your cheeks until you just let me take care of you.” you let out a laugh at his words, your gaze following the trickle of the rain down the window.

“...and why wouldn’t i wanna do it if it means i’ll get to start my mornings with you.”

there he goes again, kindling a flicker of rush through your heart, ultimately letting him have the final word.

it was a comfortable silence for the rest of the ride, finding yourself at jiung's apartment in no time. the storm still hadn't quelled as the evening progressed, yet it felt much cozier within the confines of your boyfriend's bedroom as you waited for him to finish his shower.

you were quite surprised he hadn't asked you to bathe together—usually enjoying how he gets to do the scrubbing for you while occasionally leaving kisses despite the soap suds on your body.

jiung let you enter his apartment first, especially since you already have a copy of his keys, letting you know he'd also come right after since he's gonna check something in his car for a short while.

you were in the middle of getting dressed when you feel yourself getting engulfed into a warm hug, his perfume partly replaced with the smell of his body wash. it's not difficult to anticipate the gentle kisses that follow, and the familiar trail of jiung's lips from the back of your head, trailing towards your shoulder before finally resting his chin on it to try and peck your cheek next.

as he does so, you squirm within his grip, erupting into a chuckle. "at least let me get fully dressed first," you playfully banter, sliding into a pair of shorts and a shirt you've left at his place from times you've slept over from before.

you perch on the bed afterward, further scooting backward once he kneels on the mattress as well, toppling his figure over yours and rendering you immobile.

"jiung, what're you---" you struggle talking when he settles his weight over you, his arms sneaking beneath your body in a tight embrace. "let's stay like this for a while."

truly, there's no such thing as 'a while' for jiung. not a single bone of subtlety in his body when he wants to get it known to you that he wants something. he's boldly nuzzling his face impossibly closer into the crook of your neck, his tongue darting out, warm like a spark against your skin.

similarly, his hand runs over your body. snaking a hand past your hip, shamelessly brushing into your inner thigh before retreating once he's drawn a gasp from your throat. your fingers cling tightly to his shoulder, his wet lips still busy on your neck, resuming his brazen movements from your waist over to the swell of your breast, fondling rather harshly until he pinches your nipple through the fabric.

you're startled when you emit a strained whine, turning hazy by the minute. "what is it now jiung..."

the mattress dips shortly when he pulls away, his touch unwavering as his hands reach down to lace through yours. "i wanted to offer to massage you since you were probably tired from today, but..."

his words dwindle once his eyes come into focus, your body lying vulnerable underneath him. though his shadow's cast over you, it felt like you had his gaze spellbound from how he struggled to turn away. meeting the sight of your parted lips heaving out light breaths, your hair, disheveled, almost sorry because he knows you just finished showering. yet when his eyes flicker down to your bare tummy peeking below the hem of your shirt, he knows there's no turning back for him anymore.

"i could see you're getting other ideas than... that."

jiung clears his throat at your words, blinking away from his trance.

"i would be the happiest if you let me." he's playfully fiddling with your fingers, eager to hear a reply. "i want to let you relax, i know you're spent from today."

you hold your tongue, watching as he approaches the edge of the bed while his hands shift to rest over your thighs. he takes it up a mile when he completely rises, leaving the bed to kneel on the floor, his hands firmly grasping onto your flesh before pulling you closer to him as he could.

you couldn't resist a gasp from his abrupt pull, desperately dragging your shorts off, leaving the garment to get lost on the floor.

it's tough to find the right words when jiung's swift to splay his hands over the plush of your thighs once more, watching as your legs fall apart before him. your breath is caught in your throat when his gentle eyes flicker to lock onto yours, yet you feel much more exposed when he's got you in such a vulgar position. however, his gaze isn't one to expect a reply drawn from you, knowing full well you're only capable of noises and whines at your abashed state.

"mhm..." the sensation of his hum on your skin vibrates like electricity through your veins, beginning a languid pace of nipping over the expanse of your inner thigh. it's so obscene that if it weren't for the barrier your panties served, jiung's met with the sight of your pussy, hole pulsating with a drip of your glistening arousal. you couldn't know for sure if it's already seeped a damp spot through the fabric.

as you peered down, you couldn’t refrain from tugging on a tuft of his hair, a desperate attempt to hurry him. he remained resolute nevertheless, eyes shut tight he focused on your thighs hooked over his shoulders. it felt like his hot kisses were promptly rising closer to your clothed cunt, doubting that it may just be your imagination until you’re shaken out of your reverie from an unexpected sting.

you glance down once more, only now realizing your head has been thrown back against the mattress. jiung’s finger pulls the hem of your panties taut before letting it snap again, ripping a whine from your chest.

"i want you to keep your eyes on me though,” your heartbeat mirrors the harsh patter of raindrops against the bedroom window, bringing you back down to earth. much like the raging storm brewing outside, the surge of desire pooling in your stomach heightened your senses.

“miss the way you taste." he ends his sentence, nudging his nose against your clothed pussy, moving upward to bump ever so slightly on your clit as you let out a lazy mewl.

jiung licks you through your panties, the tip of his tongue prodding and prodding as he tries to trace tantalizingly around your hole. he replaces it with the flat of his tongue headily dragging up until he feels the bump of your clit on his wet muscle and promptly sucks.

“ahh… fuck, jiung…” you’re melting into bliss once he encloses his lips around your bud tight, suckling wet and hungry as if it were his oasis. continuously flicking his warm tongue repeatedly, watching your legs shudder when all of a sudden he stops, leaving you hanging out of nowhere.

you’re whining out, brows narrowed as you crack from your pleasured daze. “why’d you stop?” he winces from your harsh pull on his scalp, refusing to meet your eyes. you didn’t miss the grin he had on his lips, shiny from spit and you wish he would’ve just dived back in already.

yet he’s just teasingly thumbing through your panties, remaining wordless as you buck your hips up, desperate for the slightest touch of the pad of his finger on your clit.

"jiung... just take it off, please—i don’t know what you’re even waiting for anymore." you cry out, voice punctuated in tones of impatience.

"i want to hear you say that you want this as much as i do. can you do it for me?" he asks, painstakingly swirling a thumb over your swollen bud.

"yes! yes, jiung please…” he feels his cock twitch from your needy sobs, fingers already trailing toward the hem of your panties. “just eat me out, please, jiung… i want your tongue on me!”

that was all it took for him to pull your legs together, raised, so he could slide your panties off before letting your thighs rest over his shoulders once more.

you could feel his breath fanning against your bare folds, raking your nails over the sheets in anticipation. whilst jiung had an arm draped over one of your thighs, his other hand reached closer to your cunt, his thumb tugging lightly so he could get a better view—just enough so he could drag the flat of his tongue over your sweet cunny, flicking the tip as he reaches your clit.

“no matter how many times i eat you out,” he utters, shortly licking a strip before finishing his words. “just can’t seem to get enough of you.”

it was the last you’ve heard of jiung before he began a pace of rapid kitten licks over your sensitive clit, your hand flying towards his hair once he encloses his lips over your bud and sucks, wetly—making your knees tremble as they lay hung over his frame.

he lay still, hunched over your lower body as he works you into ecstasy, a medley of languidly swirling his wet muscle around your clit and switching to firm, fast licks until he’s had you writhing and sobbing out his name in a chant. he heaves you down, carefully lapping over the slick of your folds and your hole, ultimately burying his face further between your thighs as he delves his tongue into the hole of your cunny.

you’re such a mess, falling apart as he lets your arousal collect on his tongue, moaning when he feels the plush of your walls clamp around him, overwhelmingly making you fuck yourself against his mouth when his nose bumps over your swollen clit.

and just when you couldn’t fathom what else he could do to render you pliant from the meager use of his mouth, jiung forcefully grasps your thighs spread, effortlessly slipping a finger into your cunt as his lips move to latch over your clit and abuse it with his tongue.

“oh, god. jiung—feels so fucking good,” the air within his bedroom felt intoxicating as you let yourself succumb to pleasure. the constant suckling of his mouth matched the noise of his slender finger sinking into your cunny, slick, filthy noises turning the atmosphere heated by the minute.

close, close, you’re so fucking close. the repeated squelch of your gushing pussy felt humiliating, your heart hammering as you let out ragged moans between calls of his name. no one else could see you in such a helpless, embarrassing state, driven mad over his bed. the same bed he’s touched himself to the thought of pleasuring you to his utmost desire.

and now he’s doing it to you once more.

jiung slips in another finger, groaning around your swollen bud when he realizes how wet he’s made of you from the patch of arousal that’s pooled onto his sheets. continuing the thrusts of his digits into your cunny, watching the way you engulf him through your folds. and he just curls—curls his fingers knowing you’d begin rutting up to his mouth eager for release.

“want it, want it, want it, jiung—please!” you sob out, almost as if tears were welling at the corners of your eyes as you couldn’t stop yourself from breathily moaning in chase of your high, cheeks burning in bliss.

he’ll never say a word, at least not for now, but it fuels his ego that he’s the only one who could topple you over the edge—out of your mind as he finds your g-spot and prods his fingers there, staying, almost making out with your cunt from the way he’s sucking even more that he wants the cord in you to snap, just groaning flush against your swollen bud as he thrusts his digits impossibly faster—his chin slick with your arousal as he receives for more, feeling you cum all over his fingers getting sucked further into the squeeze of your cunt and trying to push his head away even though your thighs are clamped tight over his cheeks.

it was then when he pulled away from your trembling figure, he took in your spent image that fell apart on his bed, your fingers numb while your legs lay limp as your moans died down along with your high. he kisses your clit once more, maybe even the last time he would when he feels the weak push of your hand on his forehead.

“no more…” your soft spoke, meeting his eyes again when he hovers over you on his bed, admiring the gorgeous angel he’s turned blissed out of their mind.

fuck. he knows for sure, yours is the prettiest pussy he’s ever tasted and will ever pleasure.

jiung moves in an attempt to fetch you a glass of water, yet he doesn’t even make it out of the bed when he feels you tug on his fingertips, flashing you a questioning expression. “jiung, you’re hard.”

it was from your words that he came back to his senses, the bulge in his shorts serving quite the trouble, although he doesn’t want to bother you further.

“don’t worry about it y/n, you don’t have to do anything about it.” you almost wanted to curse at him, from how selfless he’s been treating you ever since the evening began, but all you could muster was to rest on your elbows.

“no, no. let me, please. after all you’ve done for me tonight…” you urge him to position himself closer to the headboard, recalling how he’s paid for dinner, drove you around, and… made you cum in the span of one night. “the least you could let me do is to return the favor.”

“alright then, but… i’d like to make a simple request.” you raise your gaze toward him, awaiting an answer as you straddle his body while his head softly hits the pillow.

“i couldn’t have you leaning over like that.”

he gestures towards your knees, still trembling from the afterglow of your orgasm.

he hurriedly rids himself off his shirt, followed by the rest of his undergarments. it was only then that you remembered the tattooed butterflies over his torso, ever so sultry, leading down further until you’re met with the sight of his cock, tip leaky and begging to get pleasured.

“you can sit on me while you…” he struggles to string his words together, anticipating the shocked look on your face as he holds his arms out for you to reach closer.

“jiung… im still a little bit sensitive from earlier i don’t think i can handle another—”

“dont worry baby, im not gonna touch you! i mean, i will touch you… but i’ll just keep my hands on your thighs. i promise.”

and so you shift at his words, straddling his chest as you lean over to the direction of his cock. it’s such a shameful position to be solely sucking him off with your ass so close to his face, especially now that his touch is ghosting over your thighs, keeping you snug in place.

he’s been needy for the longest this evening despite choosing to be such a giver, heavily panting out the moment he feels your tongue swipe over his slit. fuck, the swirl of your wet muscle dragging over his heavy tip was something he’s never realized he’d been yearning for, his breath hitching, fading into a groan when you finally engulf as much of him as you can in your warm mouth.

he’s heavy on your tongue, yet all you could wish for was for him to not moan out so seductively distracting. your hole’s clenching around nothing at this point, trying to focus on the way you sloppily wrapped your cock with his mouth as you bobbed your head.

“ahh… y/n, fuck—more.” you couldn’t resist getting aroused once more, especially from the way he was moaning your name out so passionately, the rumble of his chest from constant groans traveling straight to your core, a familiar surge burning up within your tummy.

and where else would jiung look at aside from your ass, right in front of him, his piercing gaze descending to your cunt. although his eyes could've been shut tight from the pleasure, he'd still feel you, slick dripping down just an inch past his collarbones.

it's like you're testing him on purpose. he doesn't want to break his promise to you, even though he badly wants to latch his mouth on your cunny once more with abandon. he can't help it, nails digging crescents on the flesh of your thigh as his breathing grew ragged, dragging him back to the present as he has to deal with the constant slobber of your sucking and the lewd image of your cunt.

it must mean you're aroused though, if your pussy's making such a wet mess over him. regardless if it were a mix of his spit and your earlier orgasm currently oozing out, his mind's running on nothing but his need for you.

he just can't help it. you weren't sure what to make of the sudden apologies jiung uttered simultaneously at your messy eating, unintentionally hollowing your cheeks at his rough pull towards his mouth, ultimately latching his lips over your folds for the second time.

"mhmph—jiung, i told you..." you cry out, pulling away from his length with a string of spit connected to your bottom lip, glistening. your mind wandered back into pleasure as you still try keeping your furious pace of stroking his cock, despite your mind turning cloudy from the repeated lapping of his tongue on your clit—knowing full well you're still recovering from your climax not too long ago.

oh, but god, he didn't have to be so good at eating you out that you're shamelessly bucking your hips, trying to meet the way his tongue darts out towards your folds.

you tried your hardest to take him into your mouth once more, but you just couldn't keep a steady pace. your fist looked helpless, stroking him erratically while you're left tearfully moaning out as he lets you ride his face in a rush of lust. working each other towards the edge of climax, as you rut over him.

from an outside perspective, it would seem it was just you falling apart, vision blurring as you relished the flicking of jiung's tongue on your sensitive clit, your grip loosening on his cock—'til you're left clawing over his tattooed butterflies in pure bliss.

you're choking out sobs at this point, no doubt nearing your orgasm by the second. oh, but there's just something quite different with the way the spring in your tummy coils tight, your veins growing much hotter as the only thing you could hear was the pounding of your heart in your ears.

"ohhh, fuck---jiung, jiung, can't!" he anticipates the tremble rushing through the plush of your thighs, delving the tip of his tongue into your cunny before he's met with an abrupt wetness splattering all over his chin, warm on his neck and a sticky splotch on the sheets—god, you're just giving him more reasons to wanna ravish you further.

and if there's one thing he's been dreaming of, he didn't expect it would be such a hot sight for you to squirt all over him, almost feeling like his fingertips held a spark as he worked you through your messy high.

“that was…hot, oh… fuck, y/n...” he curses through his breath, unexpectedly cumming just from watching you fall apart and squirting all over him. it was unfortunate how he couldn’t see the way he released all over your face, your lips stricken with his sticky cum as you attempt to lick the sides of your mouth clean before your head falls back over his torso in an attempt to clean the cum off the tattoo.

silence fell upon the room, and at this point the storm had fizzled down a little bit, almost finding yourself drawn to slumber until jiung gently flipped you over, your back against his soft mattress.

“i’ll be right back, alright?” you could almost make out the image of your boyfriend through your heavy lids, his chin and chest dripping wet—embarrassingly because of you.

yet time blurred out of your control as you couldn’t even feel ashamed about it, only to shortly wake up in freshly replaced sheets and clothes, your chest to the mattress.

the cozy smell of vanilla wafts through the room, a subtle glow at the corner of your eye from the candle over his dresser.

jiung really pushed through with his words, his hands gentle yet firm as he massages the muscles on your back, almost feeling yourself doze back to sleep as he quells each ache with his movements.

“feel better now baby?”

he notices you’ve finally woken up, leaning down to press a soft kiss over your shoulder before resuming his massages.

“you must’ve felt really spent, i’m sorry… i couldn’t help myself. i’ll try to hold myself back, next time.”

you reply with a low hum, closing your eyes to focus on relaxing under your touch.

yet knowing jiung and his persistent attitude—coupled with the first time he’s made you squirt, you’re certain he’s miserably going to fail in trying to stay true to his words.

…but is it really that bad if he’s making you feel good though?

— a/n: you've made it this far... thank you for reading my debut fic on tumblr! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging and i would love to hear your thoughts as well!

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giggling and kicking my feet rn im so beyond grateful i cant put it into words!💖 Tysm for reading!!

BUTTERFLIES (2 A.M VERSION) + smut mdni

non idol!jiung x fem!reader

彡 — an unexpected storm crashes your night, and thank god you and jiung managed to get to the car before the rain’s turned heavy. yet when the train station you’ve asked him to drop you off to was surprisingly under construction from a system malfunction—you’re left with no choice but to stay the night over at your boyfriend’s place.

author’s note: i was in the middle of writing something for jongseob yesterday... until i opened twitter and oh my fucking god jiung looked so damn fine on live i almost wanted to eat a boulder. hence i present to you, this fic! also i love everything domestic and fluffy when it comes to jiung so that's how it is for the first part of this fic <3

word count: 4.5k

warnings: established relationship. cunnilingus, blowjob that turns into 69 (woah there), squirting, mentions of his tattoo

"y/n, you've been looking at me weird ever since i stepped foot in this restaurant." you almost choked at a meatball as you tried to laugh his words off, blinking in a frenzy because he must've caught you staring at him so intensely, pupils blown out, for the nth time this evening.

"yeah, um... sorry, it's just—it's just because you look really good tonight!"

you fiddle your fork around your pasta, surprised that only a sentence escaped your throat despite the whirlwind of thoughts in your head—his jet black hair falling over his face, his complementary full brows, down to his lips that are irresistibly a tinge of pink that you almost wanna reach over the table and kiss him. jiung's always so effortlessly charming that you might as well melt in your seat then and there.

"what kind of excuse is that… come on and eat your food, the way you sounded from your texts earlier, it must've been a really tiring day at work, am i right?" he utters, ever so caring like you never leave his mind. although the restaurant held a cozy, dimly lit atmosphere during dinner, you could still glimpse at how his brown blazer perfectly frames his broad shoulders and the white shirt from beneath that rumbles with every laugh echoing in his chest. you're only broken from your trance when he raises his fork strung with the pasta, urging you to have a taste.

"mhm. remind me to order this one the next time we come back." you gesture a finger over his plate, breaking into a subtle smile when you feel the pad of his thumb wipe away the sauce by the side of your lip.

frankly, you couldn't wait for when another date like this would follow, serving as your only savior from consecutive taxing days at work. jiung's constant texts and calls could only do so much for your pent-up frustration when missing him.

dinner wound up faster than you would like it to be. dejection was painted all over you as he walked you toward his car with his hand resting on the small of your back.

“jiung, could you just drop me off at the train station?” you spoke up once he unlocked the car, opening the passenger seat for you.

he hurriedly runs over to the other side of the car, the subtle patter of raindrops on the windshield hooking your attention. “there’s no need for that, i’ll drive you back to your apartment.”

“but… it’s going to get really late since you’re going to have to drive back to yours. aren’t you tired from work as well?” you turn to him after fastening your seatbelt.

“i’ll never be tired when it comes to you y/n.” his reply sent a flutter through your chest, struggling to take your eyes off his figure while he focused on the road before him.

it’s like he always knows the right words to make your heart skip a beat.

though it’s proved to be quite a challenge in your relationship to be living in apartments that are a distance apart from each other, jiung’s never acted like it’s such an inconvenience for him, always as admirably unfazed and composed as the first time you fell for him.

“no, really… babe, you’ve already done so much for me this evening. i can manage on my own.” you firmly press on, his hand trailing down to shortly caress your thigh before going back to the steering wheel.

“if you say so then~ i’m always a call away if you need me, alright?”

the drizzle from before had long brewed into a storm as the raindrops now rattle harshly against the glass. jiung’s driving a lot more carefully now, the night stretching out more than ever. at this point, he wanted to pose his offer to you from earlier. there’s no way he’s going to let you out on your own in this raging weather.

“good thing we already got in the car before the rain worsened,” he mumbles, preparing to take a turn to the right as you near the train station.

you begin shuffling in your seat to ready your bag and an umbrella until you're met with the sight of clamor right outside the train station. scanning outside your window, it's unfortunate how dozens of people appear stranded, trying to catch a ride from cabs.

“this station’s apparently closed for the meantime, there’s something they have to fix. and… i guess it’s taking longer than usual because of the rain.” you turn back to your boyfriend, face lit from the glow of his phone as he scrolls through local news.

you slump back into your seat, watching him maneuver the car back onto the road.

“are you really sure you’re okay driving all the way to my place? i could pay for the gas.” you offer, tipping your head slightly to the side.

“there’s no need for that—”

“please, jiung… it’s the least i could do for tonight…” you further beg, reaching out a hand over his arm, enough to not disturb him while he drives.

“hmm… my apartment isn’t as far from here, compared to yours. you know you could always stay the night with me? then i’ll just drive you to your workplace the following morning.”

you look away, pondering for a minute. “i’d love to be with you longer for tonight, but it’s not like you don’t have work tomorrow either. you’d drive twice as far since mine’s the opposite way as yours.”

jiung huffs out a quick sigh. “if only i wasn’t driving right now, i’d probably be pinching your cheeks until you just let me take care of you.” you let out a laugh at his words, your gaze following the trickle of the rain down the window.

“...and why wouldn’t i wanna do it if it means i’ll get to start my mornings with you.”

there he goes again, kindling a flicker of rush through your heart, ultimately letting him have the final word.

it was a comfortable silence for the rest of the ride, finding yourself at jiung's apartment in no time. the storm still hadn't quelled as the evening progressed, yet it felt much cozier within the confines of your boyfriend's bedroom as you waited for him to finish his shower.

you were quite surprised he hadn't asked you to bathe together—usually enjoying how he gets to do the scrubbing for you while occasionally leaving kisses despite the soap suds on your body.

jiung let you enter his apartment first, especially since you already have a copy of his keys, letting you know he'd also come right after since he's gonna check something in his car for a short while.

you were in the middle of getting dressed when you feel yourself getting engulfed into a warm hug, his perfume partly replaced with the smell of his body wash. it's not difficult to anticipate the gentle kisses that follow, and the familiar trail of jiung's lips from the back of your head, trailing towards your shoulder before finally resting his chin on it to try and peck your cheek next.

as he does so, you squirm within his grip, erupting into a chuckle. "at least let me get fully dressed first," you playfully banter, sliding into a pair of shorts and a shirt you've left at his place from times you've slept over from before.

you perch on the bed afterward, further scooting backward once he kneels on the mattress as well, toppling his figure over yours and rendering you immobile.

"jiung, what're you---" you struggle talking when he settles his weight over you, his arms sneaking beneath your body in a tight embrace. "let's stay like this for a while."

truly, there's no such thing as 'a while' for jiung. not a single bone of subtlety in his body when he wants to get it known to you that he wants something. he's boldly nuzzling his face impossibly closer into the crook of your neck, his tongue darting out, warm like a spark against your skin.

similarly, his hand runs over your body. snaking a hand past your hip, shamelessly brushing into your inner thigh before retreating once he's drawn a gasp from your throat. your fingers cling tightly to his shoulder, his wet lips still busy on your neck, resuming his brazen movements from your waist over to the swell of your breast, fondling rather harshly until he pinches your nipple through the fabric.

you're startled when you emit a strained whine, turning hazy by the minute. "what is it now jiung..."

the mattress dips shortly when he pulls away, his touch unwavering as his hands reach down to lace through yours. "i wanted to offer to massage you since you were probably tired from today, but..."

his words dwindle once his eyes come into focus, your body lying vulnerable underneath him. though his shadow's cast over you, it felt like you had his gaze spellbound from how he struggled to turn away. meeting the sight of your parted lips heaving out light breaths, your hair, disheveled, almost sorry because he knows you just finished showering. yet when his eyes flicker down to your bare tummy peeking below the hem of your shirt, he knows there's no turning back for him anymore.

"i could see you're getting other ideas than... that."

jiung clears his throat at your words, blinking away from his trance.

"i would be the happiest if you let me." he's playfully fiddling with your fingers, eager to hear a reply. "i want to let you relax, i know you're spent from today."

you hold your tongue, watching as he approaches the edge of the bed while his hands shift to rest over your thighs. he takes it up a mile when he completely rises, leaving the bed to kneel on the floor, his hands firmly grasping onto your flesh before pulling you closer to him as he could.

you couldn't resist a gasp from his abrupt pull, desperately dragging your shorts off, leaving the garment to get lost on the floor.

it's tough to find the right words when jiung's swift to splay his hands over the plush of your thighs once more, watching as your legs fall apart before him. your breath is caught in your throat when his gentle eyes flicker to lock onto yours, yet you feel much more exposed when he's got you in such a vulgar position. however, his gaze isn't one to expect a reply drawn from you, knowing full well you're only capable of noises and whines at your abashed state.

"mhm..." the sensation of his hum on your skin vibrates like electricity through your veins, beginning a languid pace of nipping over the expanse of your inner thigh. it's so obscene that if it weren't for the barrier your panties served, jiung's met with the sight of your pussy, hole pulsating with a drip of your glistening arousal. you couldn't know for sure if it's already seeped a damp spot through the fabric.

as you peered down, you couldn’t refrain from tugging on a tuft of his hair, a desperate attempt to hurry him. he remained resolute nevertheless, eyes shut tight he focused on your thighs hooked over his shoulders. it felt like his hot kisses were promptly rising closer to your clothed cunt, doubting that it may just be your imagination until you’re shaken out of your reverie from an unexpected sting.

you glance down once more, only now realizing your head has been thrown back against the mattress. jiung’s finger pulls the hem of your panties taut before letting it snap again, ripping a whine from your chest.

"i want you to keep your eyes on me though,” your heartbeat mirrors the harsh patter of raindrops against the bedroom window, bringing you back down to earth. much like the raging storm brewing outside, the surge of desire pooling in your stomach heightened your senses.

“miss the way you taste." he ends his sentence, nudging his nose against your clothed pussy, moving upward to bump ever so slightly on your clit as you let out a lazy mewl.

jiung licks you through your panties, the tip of his tongue prodding and prodding as he tries to trace tantalizingly around your hole. he replaces it with the flat of his tongue headily dragging up until he feels the bump of your clit on his wet muscle and promptly sucks.

“ahh… fuck, jiung…” you’re melting into bliss once he encloses his lips around your bud tight, suckling wet and hungry as if it were his oasis. continuously flicking his warm tongue repeatedly, watching your legs shudder when all of a sudden he stops, leaving you hanging out of nowhere.

you’re whining out, brows narrowed as you crack from your pleasured daze. “why’d you stop?” he winces from your harsh pull on his scalp, refusing to meet your eyes. you didn’t miss the grin he had on his lips, shiny from spit and you wish he would’ve just dived back in already.

yet he’s just teasingly thumbing through your panties, remaining wordless as you buck your hips up, desperate for the slightest touch of the pad of his finger on your clit.

"jiung... just take it off, please—i don’t know what you’re even waiting for anymore." you cry out, voice punctuated in tones of impatience.

"i want to hear you say that you want this as much as i do. can you do it for me?" he asks, painstakingly swirling a thumb over your swollen bud.

"yes! yes, jiung please…” he feels his cock twitch from your needy sobs, fingers already trailing toward the hem of your panties. “just eat me out, please, jiung… i want your tongue on me!”

that was all it took for him to pull your legs together, raised, so he could slide your panties off before letting your thighs rest over his shoulders once more.

you could feel his breath fanning against your bare folds, raking your nails over the sheets in anticipation. whilst jiung had an arm draped over one of your thighs, his other hand reached closer to your cunt, his thumb tugging lightly so he could get a better view—just enough so he could drag the flat of his tongue over your sweet cunny, flicking the tip as he reaches your clit.

“no matter how many times i eat you out,” he utters, shortly licking a strip before finishing his words. “just can’t seem to get enough of you.”

it was the last you’ve heard of jiung before he began a pace of rapid kitten licks over your sensitive clit, your hand flying towards his hair once he encloses his lips over your bud and sucks, wetly—making your knees tremble as they lay hung over his frame.

he lay still, hunched over your lower body as he works you into ecstasy, a medley of languidly swirling his wet muscle around your clit and switching to firm, fast licks until he’s had you writhing and sobbing out his name in a chant. he heaves you down, carefully lapping over the slick of your folds and your hole, ultimately burying his face further between your thighs as he delves his tongue into the hole of your cunny.

you’re such a mess, falling apart as he lets your arousal collect on his tongue, moaning when he feels the plush of your walls clamp around him, overwhelmingly making you fuck yourself against his mouth when his nose bumps over your swollen clit.

and just when you couldn’t fathom what else he could do to render you pliant from the meager use of his mouth, jiung forcefully grasps your thighs spread, effortlessly slipping a finger into your cunt as his lips move to latch over your clit and abuse it with his tongue.

“oh, god. jiung—feels so fucking good,” the air within his bedroom felt intoxicating as you let yourself succumb to pleasure. the constant suckling of his mouth matched the noise of his slender finger sinking into your cunny, slick, filthy noises turning the atmosphere heated by the minute.

close, close, you’re so fucking close. the repeated squelch of your gushing pussy felt humiliating, your heart hammering as you let out ragged moans between calls of his name. no one else could see you in such a helpless, embarrassing state, driven mad over his bed. the same bed he’s touched himself to the thought of pleasuring you to his utmost desire.

and now he’s doing it to you once more.

jiung slips in another finger, groaning around your swollen bud when he realizes how wet he’s made of you from the patch of arousal that’s pooled onto his sheets. continuing the thrusts of his digits into your cunny, watching the way you engulf him through your folds. and he just curls—curls his fingers knowing you’d begin rutting up to his mouth eager for release.

“want it, want it, want it, jiung—please!” you sob out, almost as if tears were welling at the corners of your eyes as you couldn’t stop yourself from breathily moaning in chase of your high, cheeks burning in bliss.

he’ll never say a word, at least not for now, but it fuels his ego that he’s the only one who could topple you over the edge—out of your mind as he finds your g-spot and prods his fingers there, staying, almost making out with your cunt from the way he’s sucking even more that he wants the cord in you to snap, just groaning flush against your swollen bud as he thrusts his digits impossibly faster—his chin slick with your arousal as he receives for more, feeling you cum all over his fingers getting sucked further into the squeeze of your cunt and trying to push his head away even though your thighs are clamped tight over his cheeks.

it was then when he pulled away from your trembling figure, he took in your spent image that fell apart on his bed, your fingers numb while your legs lay limp as your moans died down along with your high. he kisses your clit once more, maybe even the last time he would when he feels the weak push of your hand on his forehead.

“no more…” your soft spoke, meeting his eyes again when he hovers over you on his bed, admiring the gorgeous angel he’s turned blissed out of their mind.

fuck. he knows for sure, yours is the prettiest pussy he’s ever tasted and will ever pleasure.

jiung moves in an attempt to fetch you a glass of water, yet he doesn’t even make it out of the bed when he feels you tug on his fingertips, flashing you a questioning expression. “jiung, you’re hard.”

it was from your words that he came back to his senses, the bulge in his shorts serving quite the trouble, although he doesn’t want to bother you further.

“don’t worry about it y/n, you don’t have to do anything about it.” you almost wanted to curse at him, from how selfless he’s been treating you ever since the evening began, but all you could muster was to rest on your elbows.

“no, no. let me, please. after all you’ve done for me tonight…” you urge him to position himself closer to the headboard, recalling how he’s paid for dinner, drove you around, and… made you cum in the span of one night. “the least you could let me do is to return the favor.”

“alright then, but… i’d like to make a simple request.” you raise your gaze toward him, awaiting an answer as you straddle his body while his head softly hits the pillow.

“i couldn’t have you leaning over like that.”

he gestures towards your knees, still trembling from the afterglow of your orgasm.

he hurriedly rids himself off his shirt, followed by the rest of his undergarments. it was only then that you remembered the tattooed butterflies over his torso, ever so sultry, leading down further until you’re met with the sight of his cock, tip leaky and begging to get pleasured.

“you can sit on me while you…” he struggles to string his words together, anticipating the shocked look on your face as he holds his arms out for you to reach closer.

“jiung… im still a little bit sensitive from earlier i don’t think i can handle another—”

“dont worry baby, im not gonna touch you! i mean, i will touch you… but i’ll just keep my hands on your thighs. i promise.”

and so you shift at his words, straddling his chest as you lean over to the direction of his cock. it’s such a shameful position to be solely sucking him off with your ass so close to his face, especially now that his touch is ghosting over your thighs, keeping you snug in place.

he’s been needy for the longest this evening despite choosing to be such a giver, heavily panting out the moment he feels your tongue swipe over his slit. fuck, the swirl of your wet muscle dragging over his heavy tip was something he’s never realized he’d been yearning for, his breath hitching, fading into a groan when you finally engulf as much of him as you can in your warm mouth.

he’s heavy on your tongue, yet all you could wish for was for him to not moan out so seductively distracting. your hole’s clenching around nothing at this point, trying to focus on the way you sloppily wrapped your cock with his mouth as you bobbed your head.

“ahh… y/n, fuck—more.” you couldn’t resist getting aroused once more, especially from the way he was moaning your name out so passionately, the rumble of his chest from constant groans traveling straight to your core, a familiar surge burning up within your tummy.

and where else would jiung look at aside from your ass, right in front of him, his piercing gaze descending to your cunt. although his eyes could've been shut tight from the pleasure, he'd still feel you, slick dripping down just an inch past his collarbones.

it's like you're testing him on purpose. he doesn't want to break his promise to you, even though he badly wants to latch his mouth on your cunny once more with abandon. he can't help it, nails digging crescents on the flesh of your thigh as his breathing grew ragged, dragging him back to the present as he has to deal with the constant slobber of your sucking and the lewd image of your cunt.

it must mean you're aroused though, if your pussy's making such a wet mess over him. regardless if it were a mix of his spit and your earlier orgasm currently oozing out, his mind's running on nothing but his need for you.

he just can't help it. you weren't sure what to make of the sudden apologies jiung uttered simultaneously at your messy eating, unintentionally hollowing your cheeks at his rough pull towards his mouth, ultimately latching his lips over your folds for the second time.

"mhmph—jiung, i told you..." you cry out, pulling away from his length with a string of spit connected to your bottom lip, glistening. your mind wandered back into pleasure as you still try keeping your furious pace of stroking his cock, despite your mind turning cloudy from the repeated lapping of his tongue on your clit—knowing full well you're still recovering from your climax not too long ago.

oh, but god, he didn't have to be so good at eating you out that you're shamelessly bucking your hips, trying to meet the way his tongue darts out towards your folds.

you tried your hardest to take him into your mouth once more, but you just couldn't keep a steady pace. your fist looked helpless, stroking him erratically while you're left tearfully moaning out as he lets you ride his face in a rush of lust. working each other towards the edge of climax, as you rut over him.

from an outside perspective, it would seem it was just you falling apart, vision blurring as you relished the flicking of jiung's tongue on your sensitive clit, your grip loosening on his cock—'til you're left clawing over his tattooed butterflies in pure bliss.

you're choking out sobs at this point, no doubt nearing your orgasm by the second. oh, but there's just something quite different with the way the spring in your tummy coils tight, your veins growing much hotter as the only thing you could hear was the pounding of your heart in your ears.

"ohhh, fuck---jiung, jiung, can't!" he anticipates the tremble rushing through the plush of your thighs, delving the tip of his tongue into your cunny before he's met with an abrupt wetness splattering all over his chin, warm on his neck and a sticky splotch on the sheets—god, you're just giving him more reasons to wanna ravish you further.

and if there's one thing he's been dreaming of, he didn't expect it would be such a hot sight for you to squirt all over him, almost feeling like his fingertips held a spark as he worked you through your messy high.

“that was…hot, oh… fuck, y/n...” he curses through his breath, unexpectedly cumming just from watching you fall apart and squirting all over him. it was unfortunate how he couldn’t see the way he released all over your face, your lips stricken with his sticky cum as you attempt to lick the sides of your mouth clean before your head falls back over his torso in an attempt to clean the cum off the tattoo.

silence fell upon the room, and at this point the storm had fizzled down a little bit, almost finding yourself drawn to slumber until jiung gently flipped you over, your back against his soft mattress.

“i’ll be right back, alright?” you could almost make out the image of your boyfriend through your heavy lids, his chin and chest dripping wet—embarrassingly because of you.

yet time blurred out of your control as you couldn’t even feel ashamed about it, only to shortly wake up in freshly replaced sheets and clothes, your chest to the mattress.

the cozy smell of vanilla wafts through the room, a subtle glow at the corner of your eye from the candle over his dresser.

jiung really pushed through with his words, his hands gentle yet firm as he massages the muscles on your back, almost feeling yourself doze back to sleep as he quells each ache with his movements.

“feel better now baby?”

he notices you’ve finally woken up, leaning down to press a soft kiss over your shoulder before resuming his massages.

“you must’ve felt really spent, i’m sorry… i couldn’t help myself. i’ll try to hold myself back, next time.”

you reply with a low hum, closing your eyes to focus on relaxing under your touch.

yet knowing jiung and his persistent attitude—coupled with the first time he’s made you squirt, you’re certain he’s miserably going to fail in trying to stay true to his words.

…but is it really that bad if he’s making you feel good though?

— a/n: you've made it this far... thank you for reading my debut fic on tumblr! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging and i would love to hear your thoughts as well!

[playerninth]

thank you so so much for taking the time to leave such comments💓!! i just had to get it out of my system the moment i saw him on live😵‍💫

BUTTERFLIES (2 A.M VERSION) + smut mdni

non idol!jiung x fem!reader

彡 — an unexpected storm crashes your night, and thank god you and jiung managed to get to the car before the rain’s turned heavy. yet when the train station you’ve asked him to drop you off to was surprisingly under construction from a system malfunction—you’re left with no choice but to stay the night over at your boyfriend’s place.

author’s note: i was in the middle of writing something for jongseob yesterday... until i opened twitter and oh my fucking god jiung looked so damn fine on live i almost wanted to eat a boulder. hence i present to you, this fic! also i love everything domestic and fluffy when it comes to jiung so that's how it is for the first part of this fic <3

word count: 4.5k

warnings: established relationship. cunnilingus, blowjob that turns into 69 (woah there), squirting, mentions of his tattoo

"y/n, you've been looking at me weird ever since i stepped foot in this restaurant." you almost choked at a meatball as you tried to laugh his words off, blinking in a frenzy because he must've caught you staring at him so intensely, pupils blown out, for the nth time this evening.

"yeah, um... sorry, it's just—it's just because you look really good tonight!"

you fiddle your fork around your pasta, surprised that only a sentence escaped your throat despite the whirlwind of thoughts in your head—his jet black hair falling over his face, his complementary full brows, down to his lips that are irresistibly a tinge of pink that you almost wanna reach over the table and kiss him. jiung's always so effortlessly charming that you might as well melt in your seat then and there.

"what kind of excuse is that… come on and eat your food, the way you sounded from your texts earlier, it must've been a really tiring day at work, am i right?" he utters, ever so caring like you never leave his mind. although the restaurant held a cozy, dimly lit atmosphere during dinner, you could still glimpse at how his brown blazer perfectly frames his broad shoulders and the white shirt from beneath that rumbles with every laugh echoing in his chest. you're only broken from your trance when he raises his fork strung with the pasta, urging you to have a taste.

"mhm. remind me to order this one the next time we come back." you gesture a finger over his plate, breaking into a subtle smile when you feel the pad of his thumb wipe away the sauce by the side of your lip.

frankly, you couldn't wait for when another date like this would follow, serving as your only savior from consecutive taxing days at work. jiung's constant texts and calls could only do so much for your pent-up frustration when missing him.

dinner wound up faster than you would like it to be. dejection was painted all over you as he walked you toward his car with his hand resting on the small of your back.

“jiung, could you just drop me off at the train station?” you spoke up once he unlocked the car, opening the passenger seat for you.

he hurriedly runs over to the other side of the car, the subtle patter of raindrops on the windshield hooking your attention. “there’s no need for that, i’ll drive you back to your apartment.”

“but… it’s going to get really late since you’re going to have to drive back to yours. aren’t you tired from work as well?” you turn to him after fastening your seatbelt.

“i’ll never be tired when it comes to you y/n.” his reply sent a flutter through your chest, struggling to take your eyes off his figure while he focused on the road before him.

it’s like he always knows the right words to make your heart skip a beat.

though it’s proved to be quite a challenge in your relationship to be living in apartments that are a distance apart from each other, jiung’s never acted like it’s such an inconvenience for him, always as admirably unfazed and composed as the first time you fell for him.

“no, really… babe, you’ve already done so much for me this evening. i can manage on my own.” you firmly press on, his hand trailing down to shortly caress your thigh before going back to the steering wheel.

“if you say so then~ i’m always a call away if you need me, alright?”

the drizzle from before had long brewed into a storm as the raindrops now rattle harshly against the glass. jiung’s driving a lot more carefully now, the night stretching out more than ever. at this point, he wanted to pose his offer to you from earlier. there’s no way he’s going to let you out on your own in this raging weather.

“good thing we already got in the car before the rain worsened,” he mumbles, preparing to take a turn to the right as you near the train station.

you begin shuffling in your seat to ready your bag and an umbrella until you're met with the sight of clamor right outside the train station. scanning outside your window, it's unfortunate how dozens of people appear stranded, trying to catch a ride from cabs.

“this station’s apparently closed for the meantime, there’s something they have to fix. and… i guess it’s taking longer than usual because of the rain.” you turn back to your boyfriend, face lit from the glow of his phone as he scrolls through local news.

you slump back into your seat, watching him maneuver the car back onto the road.

“are you really sure you’re okay driving all the way to my place? i could pay for the gas.” you offer, tipping your head slightly to the side.

“there’s no need for that—”

“please, jiung… it’s the least i could do for tonight…” you further beg, reaching out a hand over his arm, enough to not disturb him while he drives.

“hmm… my apartment isn’t as far from here, compared to yours. you know you could always stay the night with me? then i’ll just drive you to your workplace the following morning.”

you look away, pondering for a minute. “i’d love to be with you longer for tonight, but it’s not like you don’t have work tomorrow either. you’d drive twice as far since mine’s the opposite way as yours.”

jiung huffs out a quick sigh. “if only i wasn’t driving right now, i’d probably be pinching your cheeks until you just let me take care of you.” you let out a laugh at his words, your gaze following the trickle of the rain down the window.

“...and why wouldn’t i wanna do it if it means i’ll get to start my mornings with you.”

there he goes again, kindling a flicker of rush through your heart, ultimately letting him have the final word.

it was a comfortable silence for the rest of the ride, finding yourself at jiung's apartment in no time. the storm still hadn't quelled as the evening progressed, yet it felt much cozier within the confines of your boyfriend's bedroom as you waited for him to finish his shower.

you were quite surprised he hadn't asked you to bathe together—usually enjoying how he gets to do the scrubbing for you while occasionally leaving kisses despite the soap suds on your body.

jiung let you enter his apartment first, especially since you already have a copy of his keys, letting you know he'd also come right after since he's gonna check something in his car for a short while.

you were in the middle of getting dressed when you feel yourself getting engulfed into a warm hug, his perfume partly replaced with the smell of his body wash. it's not difficult to anticipate the gentle kisses that follow, and the familiar trail of jiung's lips from the back of your head, trailing towards your shoulder before finally resting his chin on it to try and peck your cheek next.

as he does so, you squirm within his grip, erupting into a chuckle. "at least let me get fully dressed first," you playfully banter, sliding into a pair of shorts and a shirt you've left at his place from times you've slept over from before.

you perch on the bed afterward, further scooting backward once he kneels on the mattress as well, toppling his figure over yours and rendering you immobile.

"jiung, what're you---" you struggle talking when he settles his weight over you, his arms sneaking beneath your body in a tight embrace. "let's stay like this for a while."

truly, there's no such thing as 'a while' for jiung. not a single bone of subtlety in his body when he wants to get it known to you that he wants something. he's boldly nuzzling his face impossibly closer into the crook of your neck, his tongue darting out, warm like a spark against your skin.

similarly, his hand runs over your body. snaking a hand past your hip, shamelessly brushing into your inner thigh before retreating once he's drawn a gasp from your throat. your fingers cling tightly to his shoulder, his wet lips still busy on your neck, resuming his brazen movements from your waist over to the swell of your breast, fondling rather harshly until he pinches your nipple through the fabric.

you're startled when you emit a strained whine, turning hazy by the minute. "what is it now jiung..."

the mattress dips shortly when he pulls away, his touch unwavering as his hands reach down to lace through yours. "i wanted to offer to massage you since you were probably tired from today, but..."

his words dwindle once his eyes come into focus, your body lying vulnerable underneath him. though his shadow's cast over you, it felt like you had his gaze spellbound from how he struggled to turn away. meeting the sight of your parted lips heaving out light breaths, your hair, disheveled, almost sorry because he knows you just finished showering. yet when his eyes flicker down to your bare tummy peeking below the hem of your shirt, he knows there's no turning back for him anymore.

"i could see you're getting other ideas than... that."

jiung clears his throat at your words, blinking away from his trance.

"i would be the happiest if you let me." he's playfully fiddling with your fingers, eager to hear a reply. "i want to let you relax, i know you're spent from today."

you hold your tongue, watching as he approaches the edge of the bed while his hands shift to rest over your thighs. he takes it up a mile when he completely rises, leaving the bed to kneel on the floor, his hands firmly grasping onto your flesh before pulling you closer to him as he could.

you couldn't resist a gasp from his abrupt pull, desperately dragging your shorts off, leaving the garment to get lost on the floor.

it's tough to find the right words when jiung's swift to splay his hands over the plush of your thighs once more, watching as your legs fall apart before him. your breath is caught in your throat when his gentle eyes flicker to lock onto yours, yet you feel much more exposed when he's got you in such a vulgar position. however, his gaze isn't one to expect a reply drawn from you, knowing full well you're only capable of noises and whines at your abashed state.

"mhm..." the sensation of his hum on your skin vibrates like electricity through your veins, beginning a languid pace of nipping over the expanse of your inner thigh. it's so obscene that if it weren't for the barrier your panties served, jiung's met with the sight of your pussy, hole pulsating with a drip of your glistening arousal. you couldn't know for sure if it's already seeped a damp spot through the fabric.

as you peered down, you couldn’t refrain from tugging on a tuft of his hair, a desperate attempt to hurry him. he remained resolute nevertheless, eyes shut tight he focused on your thighs hooked over his shoulders. it felt like his hot kisses were promptly rising closer to your clothed cunt, doubting that it may just be your imagination until you’re shaken out of your reverie from an unexpected sting.

you glance down once more, only now realizing your head has been thrown back against the mattress. jiung’s finger pulls the hem of your panties taut before letting it snap again, ripping a whine from your chest.

"i want you to keep your eyes on me though,” your heartbeat mirrors the harsh patter of raindrops against the bedroom window, bringing you back down to earth. much like the raging storm brewing outside, the surge of desire pooling in your stomach heightened your senses.

“miss the way you taste." he ends his sentence, nudging his nose against your clothed pussy, moving upward to bump ever so slightly on your clit as you let out a lazy mewl.

jiung licks you through your panties, the tip of his tongue prodding and prodding as he tries to trace tantalizingly around your hole. he replaces it with the flat of his tongue headily dragging up until he feels the bump of your clit on his wet muscle and promptly sucks.

“ahh… fuck, jiung…” you’re melting into bliss once he encloses his lips around your bud tight, suckling wet and hungry as if it were his oasis. continuously flicking his warm tongue repeatedly, watching your legs shudder when all of a sudden he stops, leaving you hanging out of nowhere.

you’re whining out, brows narrowed as you crack from your pleasured daze. “why’d you stop?” he winces from your harsh pull on his scalp, refusing to meet your eyes. you didn’t miss the grin he had on his lips, shiny from spit and you wish he would’ve just dived back in already.

yet he’s just teasingly thumbing through your panties, remaining wordless as you buck your hips up, desperate for the slightest touch of the pad of his finger on your clit.

"jiung... just take it off, please—i don’t know what you’re even waiting for anymore." you cry out, voice punctuated in tones of impatience.

"i want to hear you say that you want this as much as i do. can you do it for me?" he asks, painstakingly swirling a thumb over your swollen bud.

"yes! yes, jiung please…” he feels his cock twitch from your needy sobs, fingers already trailing toward the hem of your panties. “just eat me out, please, jiung… i want your tongue on me!”

that was all it took for him to pull your legs together, raised, so he could slide your panties off before letting your thighs rest over his shoulders once more.

you could feel his breath fanning against your bare folds, raking your nails over the sheets in anticipation. whilst jiung had an arm draped over one of your thighs, his other hand reached closer to your cunt, his thumb tugging lightly so he could get a better view—just enough so he could drag the flat of his tongue over your sweet cunny, flicking the tip as he reaches your clit.

“no matter how many times i eat you out,” he utters, shortly licking a strip before finishing his words. “just can’t seem to get enough of you.”

it was the last you’ve heard of jiung before he began a pace of rapid kitten licks over your sensitive clit, your hand flying towards his hair once he encloses his lips over your bud and sucks, wetly—making your knees tremble as they lay hung over his frame.

he lay still, hunched over your lower body as he works you into ecstasy, a medley of languidly swirling his wet muscle around your clit and switching to firm, fast licks until he’s had you writhing and sobbing out his name in a chant. he heaves you down, carefully lapping over the slick of your folds and your hole, ultimately burying his face further between your thighs as he delves his tongue into the hole of your cunny.

you’re such a mess, falling apart as he lets your arousal collect on his tongue, moaning when he feels the plush of your walls clamp around him, overwhelmingly making you fuck yourself against his mouth when his nose bumps over your swollen clit.

and just when you couldn’t fathom what else he could do to render you pliant from the meager use of his mouth, jiung forcefully grasps your thighs spread, effortlessly slipping a finger into your cunt as his lips move to latch over your clit and abuse it with his tongue.

“oh, god. jiung—feels so fucking good,” the air within his bedroom felt intoxicating as you let yourself succumb to pleasure. the constant suckling of his mouth matched the noise of his slender finger sinking into your cunny, slick, filthy noises turning the atmosphere heated by the minute.

close, close, you’re so fucking close. the repeated squelch of your gushing pussy felt humiliating, your heart hammering as you let out ragged moans between calls of his name. no one else could see you in such a helpless, embarrassing state, driven mad over his bed. the same bed he’s touched himself to the thought of pleasuring you to his utmost desire.

and now he’s doing it to you once more.

jiung slips in another finger, groaning around your swollen bud when he realizes how wet he’s made of you from the patch of arousal that’s pooled onto his sheets. continuing the thrusts of his digits into your cunny, watching the way you engulf him through your folds. and he just curls—curls his fingers knowing you’d begin rutting up to his mouth eager for release.

“want it, want it, want it, jiung—please!” you sob out, almost as if tears were welling at the corners of your eyes as you couldn’t stop yourself from breathily moaning in chase of your high, cheeks burning in bliss.

he’ll never say a word, at least not for now, but it fuels his ego that he’s the only one who could topple you over the edge—out of your mind as he finds your g-spot and prods his fingers there, staying, almost making out with your cunt from the way he’s sucking even more that he wants the cord in you to snap, just groaning flush against your swollen bud as he thrusts his digits impossibly faster—his chin slick with your arousal as he receives for more, feeling you cum all over his fingers getting sucked further into the squeeze of your cunt and trying to push his head away even though your thighs are clamped tight over his cheeks.

it was then when he pulled away from your trembling figure, he took in your spent image that fell apart on his bed, your fingers numb while your legs lay limp as your moans died down along with your high. he kisses your clit once more, maybe even the last time he would when he feels the weak push of your hand on his forehead.

“no more…” your soft spoke, meeting his eyes again when he hovers over you on his bed, admiring the gorgeous angel he’s turned blissed out of their mind.

fuck. he knows for sure, yours is the prettiest pussy he’s ever tasted and will ever pleasure.

jiung moves in an attempt to fetch you a glass of water, yet he doesn’t even make it out of the bed when he feels you tug on his fingertips, flashing you a questioning expression. “jiung, you’re hard.”

it was from your words that he came back to his senses, the bulge in his shorts serving quite the trouble, although he doesn’t want to bother you further.

“don’t worry about it y/n, you don’t have to do anything about it.” you almost wanted to curse at him, from how selfless he’s been treating you ever since the evening began, but all you could muster was to rest on your elbows.

“no, no. let me, please. after all you’ve done for me tonight…” you urge him to position himself closer to the headboard, recalling how he’s paid for dinner, drove you around, and… made you cum in the span of one night. “the least you could let me do is to return the favor.”

“alright then, but… i’d like to make a simple request.” you raise your gaze toward him, awaiting an answer as you straddle his body while his head softly hits the pillow.

“i couldn’t have you leaning over like that.”

he gestures towards your knees, still trembling from the afterglow of your orgasm.

he hurriedly rids himself off his shirt, followed by the rest of his undergarments. it was only then that you remembered the tattooed butterflies over his torso, ever so sultry, leading down further until you’re met with the sight of his cock, tip leaky and begging to get pleasured.

“you can sit on me while you…” he struggles to string his words together, anticipating the shocked look on your face as he holds his arms out for you to reach closer.

“jiung… im still a little bit sensitive from earlier i don’t think i can handle another—”

“dont worry baby, im not gonna touch you! i mean, i will touch you… but i’ll just keep my hands on your thighs. i promise.”

and so you shift at his words, straddling his chest as you lean over to the direction of his cock. it’s such a shameful position to be solely sucking him off with your ass so close to his face, especially now that his touch is ghosting over your thighs, keeping you snug in place.

he’s been needy for the longest this evening despite choosing to be such a giver, heavily panting out the moment he feels your tongue swipe over his slit. fuck, the swirl of your wet muscle dragging over his heavy tip was something he’s never realized he’d been yearning for, his breath hitching, fading into a groan when you finally engulf as much of him as you can in your warm mouth.

he’s heavy on your tongue, yet all you could wish for was for him to not moan out so seductively distracting. your hole’s clenching around nothing at this point, trying to focus on the way you sloppily wrapped your cock with his mouth as you bobbed your head.

“ahh… y/n, fuck—more.” you couldn’t resist getting aroused once more, especially from the way he was moaning your name out so passionately, the rumble of his chest from constant groans traveling straight to your core, a familiar surge burning up within your tummy.

and where else would jiung look at aside from your ass, right in front of him, his piercing gaze descending to your cunt. although his eyes could've been shut tight from the pleasure, he'd still feel you, slick dripping down just an inch past his collarbones.

it's like you're testing him on purpose. he doesn't want to break his promise to you, even though he badly wants to latch his mouth on your cunny once more with abandon. he can't help it, nails digging crescents on the flesh of your thigh as his breathing grew ragged, dragging him back to the present as he has to deal with the constant slobber of your sucking and the lewd image of your cunt.

it must mean you're aroused though, if your pussy's making such a wet mess over him. regardless if it were a mix of his spit and your earlier orgasm currently oozing out, his mind's running on nothing but his need for you.

he just can't help it. you weren't sure what to make of the sudden apologies jiung uttered simultaneously at your messy eating, unintentionally hollowing your cheeks at his rough pull towards his mouth, ultimately latching his lips over your folds for the second time.

"mhmph—jiung, i told you..." you cry out, pulling away from his length with a string of spit connected to your bottom lip, glistening. your mind wandered back into pleasure as you still try keeping your furious pace of stroking his cock, despite your mind turning cloudy from the repeated lapping of his tongue on your clit—knowing full well you're still recovering from your climax not too long ago.

oh, but god, he didn't have to be so good at eating you out that you're shamelessly bucking your hips, trying to meet the way his tongue darts out towards your folds.

you tried your hardest to take him into your mouth once more, but you just couldn't keep a steady pace. your fist looked helpless, stroking him erratically while you're left tearfully moaning out as he lets you ride his face in a rush of lust. working each other towards the edge of climax, as you rut over him.

from an outside perspective, it would seem it was just you falling apart, vision blurring as you relished the flicking of jiung's tongue on your sensitive clit, your grip loosening on his cock—'til you're left clawing over his tattooed butterflies in pure bliss.

you're choking out sobs at this point, no doubt nearing your orgasm by the second. oh, but there's just something quite different with the way the spring in your tummy coils tight, your veins growing much hotter as the only thing you could hear was the pounding of your heart in your ears.

"ohhh, fuck---jiung, jiung, can't!" he anticipates the tremble rushing through the plush of your thighs, delving the tip of his tongue into your cunny before he's met with an abrupt wetness splattering all over his chin, warm on his neck and a sticky splotch on the sheets—god, you're just giving him more reasons to wanna ravish you further.

and if there's one thing he's been dreaming of, he didn't expect it would be such a hot sight for you to squirt all over him, almost feeling like his fingertips held a spark as he worked you through your messy high.

“that was…hot, oh… fuck, y/n...” he curses through his breath, unexpectedly cumming just from watching you fall apart and squirting all over him. it was unfortunate how he couldn’t see the way he released all over your face, your lips stricken with his sticky cum as you attempt to lick the sides of your mouth clean before your head falls back over his torso in an attempt to clean the cum off the tattoo.

silence fell upon the room, and at this point the storm had fizzled down a little bit, almost finding yourself drawn to slumber until jiung gently flipped you over, your back against his soft mattress.

“i’ll be right back, alright?” you could almost make out the image of your boyfriend through your heavy lids, his chin and chest dripping wet—embarrassingly because of you.

yet time blurred out of your control as you couldn’t even feel ashamed about it, only to shortly wake up in freshly replaced sheets and clothes, your chest to the mattress.

the cozy smell of vanilla wafts through the room, a subtle glow at the corner of your eye from the candle over his dresser.

jiung really pushed through with his words, his hands gentle yet firm as he massages the muscles on your back, almost feeling yourself doze back to sleep as he quells each ache with his movements.

“feel better now baby?”

he notices you’ve finally woken up, leaning down to press a soft kiss over your shoulder before resuming his massages.

“you must’ve felt really spent, i’m sorry… i couldn’t help myself. i’ll try to hold myself back, next time.”

you reply with a low hum, closing your eyes to focus on relaxing under your touch.

yet knowing jiung and his persistent attitude—coupled with the first time he’s made you squirt, you’re certain he’s miserably going to fail in trying to stay true to his words.

…but is it really that bad if he’s making you feel good though?

— a/n: you've made it this far... thank you for reading my debut fic on tumblr! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging and i would love to hear your thoughts as well!

[playerninth]

the urge to write about keetak threesome fic rn just because of waterbomb....

[playerninth]

BUTTERFLIES (2 A.M VERSION) + smut mdni

non idol!jiung x fem!reader

彡 — an unexpected storm crashes your night, and thank god you and jiung managed to get to the car before the rain’s turned heavy. yet when the train station you’ve asked him to drop you off to was surprisingly under construction from a system malfunction—you’re left with no choice but to stay the night over at your boyfriend’s place.

author’s note: i was in the middle of writing something for jongseob yesterday... until i opened twitter and oh my fucking god jiung looked so damn fine on live i almost wanted to eat a boulder. hence i present to you, this fic! also i love everything domestic and fluffy when it comes to jiung so that's how it is for the first part of this fic <3

word count: 4.5k

warnings: established relationship. cunnilingus, blowjob that turns into 69 (woah there), squirting, mentions of his tattoo

"y/n, you've been looking at me weird ever since i stepped foot in this restaurant." you almost choked at a meatball as you tried to laugh his words off, blinking in a frenzy because he must've caught you staring at him so intensely, pupils blown out, for the nth time this evening.

"yeah, um... sorry, it's just—it's just because you look really good tonight!"

you fiddle your fork around your pasta, surprised that only a sentence escaped your throat despite the whirlwind of thoughts in your head—his jet black hair falling over his face, his complementary full brows, down to his lips that are irresistibly a tinge of pink that you almost wanna reach over the table and kiss him. jiung's always so effortlessly charming that you might as well melt in your seat then and there.

"what kind of excuse is that… come on and eat your food, the way you sounded from your texts earlier, it must've been a really tiring day at work, am i right?" he utters, ever so caring like you never leave his mind. although the restaurant held a cozy, dimly lit atmosphere during dinner, you could still glimpse at how his brown blazer perfectly frames his broad shoulders and the white shirt from beneath that rumbles with every laugh echoing in his chest. you're only broken from your trance when he raises his fork strung with the pasta, urging you to have a taste.

"mhm. remind me to order this one the next time we come back." you gesture a finger over his plate, breaking into a subtle smile when you feel the pad of his thumb wipe away the sauce by the side of your lip.

frankly, you couldn't wait for when another date like this would follow, serving as your only savior from consecutive taxing days at work. jiung's constant texts and calls could only do so much for your pent-up frustration when missing him.

dinner wound up faster than you would like it to be. dejection was painted all over you as he walked you toward his car with his hand resting on the small of your back.

“jiung, could you just drop me off at the train station?” you spoke up once he unlocked the car, opening the passenger seat for you.

he hurriedly runs over to the other side of the car, the subtle patter of raindrops on the windshield hooking your attention. “there’s no need for that, i’ll drive you back to your apartment.”

“but… it’s going to get really late since you’re going to have to drive back to yours. aren’t you tired from work as well?” you turn to him after fastening your seatbelt.

“i’ll never be tired when it comes to you y/n.” his reply sent a flutter through your chest, struggling to take your eyes off his figure while he focused on the road before him.

it’s like he always knows the right words to make your heart skip a beat.

though it’s proved to be quite a challenge in your relationship to be living in apartments that are a distance apart from each other, jiung’s never acted like it’s such an inconvenience for him, always as admirably unfazed and composed as the first time you fell for him.

“no, really… babe, you’ve already done so much for me this evening. i can manage on my own.” you firmly press on, his hand trailing down to shortly caress your thigh before going back to the steering wheel.

“if you say so then~ i’m always a call away if you need me, alright?”

the drizzle from before had long brewed into a storm as the raindrops now rattle harshly against the glass. jiung’s driving a lot more carefully now, the night stretching out more than ever. at this point, he wanted to pose his offer to you from earlier. there’s no way he’s going to let you out on your own in this raging weather.

“good thing we already got in the car before the rain worsened,” he mumbles, preparing to take a turn to the right as you near the train station.

you begin shuffling in your seat to ready your bag and an umbrella until you're met with the sight of clamor right outside the train station. scanning outside your window, it's unfortunate how dozens of people appear stranded, trying to catch a ride from cabs.

“this station’s apparently closed for the meantime, there’s something they have to fix. and… i guess it’s taking longer than usual because of the rain.” you turn back to your boyfriend, face lit from the glow of his phone as he scrolls through local news.

you slump back into your seat, watching him maneuver the car back onto the road.

“are you really sure you’re okay driving all the way to my place? i could pay for the gas.” you offer, tipping your head slightly to the side.

“there’s no need for that—”

“please, jiung… it’s the least i could do for tonight…” you further beg, reaching out a hand over his arm, enough to not disturb him while he drives.

“hmm… my apartment isn’t as far from here, compared to yours. you know you could always stay the night with me? then i’ll just drive you to your workplace the following morning.”

you look away, pondering for a minute. “i’d love to be with you longer for tonight, but it’s not like you don’t have work tomorrow either. you’d drive twice as far since mine’s the opposite way as yours.”

jiung huffs out a quick sigh. “if only i wasn’t driving right now, i’d probably be pinching your cheeks until you just let me take care of you.” you let out a laugh at his words, your gaze following the trickle of the rain down the window.

“...and why wouldn’t i wanna do it if it means i’ll get to start my mornings with you.”

there he goes again, kindling a flicker of rush through your heart, ultimately letting him have the final word.

it was a comfortable silence for the rest of the ride, finding yourself at jiung's apartment in no time. the storm still hadn't quelled as the evening progressed, yet it felt much cozier within the confines of your boyfriend's bedroom as you waited for him to finish his shower.

you were quite surprised he hadn't asked you to bathe together—usually enjoying how he gets to do the scrubbing for you while occasionally leaving kisses despite the soap suds on your body.

jiung let you enter his apartment first, especially since you already have a copy of his keys, letting you know he'd also come right after since he's gonna check something in his car for a short while.

you were in the middle of getting dressed when you feel yourself getting engulfed into a warm hug, his perfume partly replaced with the smell of his body wash. it's not difficult to anticipate the gentle kisses that follow, and the familiar trail of jiung's lips from the back of your head, trailing towards your shoulder before finally resting his chin on it to try and peck your cheek next.

as he does so, you squirm within his grip, erupting into a chuckle. "at least let me get fully dressed first," you playfully banter, sliding into a pair of shorts and a shirt you've left at his place from times you've slept over from before.

you perch on the bed afterward, further scooting backward once he kneels on the mattress as well, toppling his figure over yours and rendering you immobile.

"jiung, what're you—" you struggle talking when he settles his weight over you, his arms sneaking beneath your body in a tight embrace. "let's stay like this for a while."

truly, there's no such thing as 'a while' for jiung. not a single bone of subtlety in his body when he wants to get it known to you that he wants something. he's boldly nuzzling his face impossibly closer into the crook of your neck, his tongue darting out, warm like a spark against your skin.

similarly, his hand runs over your body. snaking a hand past your hip, shamelessly brushing into your inner thigh before retreating once he's drawn a gasp from your throat. your fingers cling tightly to his shoulder, his wet lips still busy on your neck, resuming his brazen movements from your waist over to the swell of your breast, fondling rather harshly until he pinches your nipple through the fabric.

you're startled when you emit a strained whine, turning hazy by the minute. "what is it now jiung..."

the mattress dips shortly when he pulls away, his touch unwavering as his hands reach down to lace through yours. "i wanted to offer to massage you since you were probably tired from today, but..."

his words dwindle once his eyes come into focus, your body lying vulnerable underneath him. though his shadow's cast over you, it felt like you had his gaze spellbound from how he struggled to turn away. meeting the sight of your parted lips heaving out light breaths, your hair, disheveled, almost sorry because he knows you just finished showering. yet when his eyes flicker down to your bare tummy peeking below the hem of your shirt, he knows there's no turning back for him anymore.

"i could see you're getting other ideas than... that."

jiung clears his throat at your words, blinking away from his trance.

"i would be the happiest if you let me." he's playfully fiddling with your fingers, eager to hear a reply. "i want to let you relax, i know you're spent from today."

you hold your tongue, watching as he approaches the edge of the bed while his hands shift to rest over your thighs. he takes it up a mile when he completely rises, leaving the bed to kneel on the floor, his hands firmly grasping onto your flesh before pulling you closer to him as he could.

you couldn't resist a gasp from his abrupt pull, desperately dragging your shorts off, leaving the garment to get lost on the floor.

it's tough to find the right words when jiung's swift to splay his hands over the plush of your thighs once more, watching as your legs fall apart before him. your breath is caught in your throat when his gentle eyes flicker to lock onto yours, yet you feel much more exposed when he's got you in such a vulgar position. however, his gaze isn't one to expect a reply drawn from you, knowing full well you're only capable of noises and whines at your abashed state.

"mhm..." the sensation of his hum on your skin vibrates like electricity through your veins, beginning a languid pace of nipping over the expanse of your inner thigh. it's so obscene that if it weren't for the barrier your panties served, jiung's met with the sight of your pussy, hole pulsating with a drip of your glistening arousal. you couldn't know for sure if it's already seeped a damp spot through the fabric.

as you peered down, you couldn’t refrain from tugging on a tuft of his hair, a desperate attempt to hurry him. he remained resolute nevertheless, eyes shut tight as he focused on your thighs hooked over his shoulders. it felt like his hot kisses were promptly rising closer to your clothed cunt, doubting that it may just be your imagination until you’re shaken out of your reverie from an unexpected sting.

you glance down once more, only now realizing your head has been thrown back against the mattress. jiung’s finger pulls the hem of your panties taut before letting it snap again, ripping a whine from your chest.

"i want you to keep your eyes on me though,” your heartbeat mirrors the harsh patter of raindrops against the bedroom window, bringing you back down to earth. much like the raging storm brewing outside, the surge of desire pooling in your stomach heightened your senses.

“miss the way you taste." he ends his sentence, nudging his nose against your clothed pussy, moving upward to bump ever so slightly on your clit as you let out a lazy mewl.

jiung licks you through your panties, the tip of his tongue prodding and prodding as he tries to trace tantalizingly around your hole. he replaces it with the flat of his tongue headily dragging up until he feels the bump of your clit on his wet muscle and promptly sucks.

“ahh… fuck, jiung…” you’re melting into bliss once he encloses his lips around your bud tight, suckling wet and hungry as if it were his oasis. continuously flicking his warm tongue repeatedly, watching your legs shudder when all of a sudden he stops, leaving you hanging out of nowhere.

you’re whining out, brows narrowed as you crack from your pleasured daze. “why’d you stop?” he winces from your harsh pull on his scalp, refusing to meet your eyes. you didn’t miss the grin he had on his lips, shiny from spit and you wish he would’ve just dived back in already.

yet he’s just teasingly thumbing through your panties, remaining wordless as you buck your hips up, desperate for the slightest touch of the pad of his finger on your clit.

"jiung... just take it off, please—i don’t know what you’re even waiting for anymore." you cry out, voice punctuated in tones of impatience.

"i want to hear you say that you want this as much as i do. can you do it for me?" he asks, painstakingly swirling a thumb over your swollen bud.

"yes! yes, jiung please…” he feels his cock twitch from your needy sobs, fingers already trailing toward the hem of your panties. “just eat me out, please, jiung… i want your tongue on me!”

that was all it took for him to pull your legs together, raised, so he could slide your panties off before letting your thighs rest over his shoulders once more.

you could feel his breath fanning against your bare folds, raking your nails over the sheets in anticipation. whilst jiung had an arm draped over one of your thighs, his other hand reached closer to your cunt, his thumb tugging lightly so he could get a better view—just enough so he could drag the flat of his tongue over your sweet cunny, flicking the tip as he reaches your clit.

“no matter how many times i eat you out,” he utters, shortly licking a strip before finishing his words. “just can’t seem to get enough of you.”

it was the last you’ve heard of jiung before he began a pace of rapid kitten licks over your sensitive clit, your hand flying towards his hair once he encloses his lips over your bud and sucks, wetly—making your knees tremble as they lay hung over his frame.

he lay still, hunched over your lower body as he works you into ecstasy, a medley of languidly swirling his wet muscle around your clit and switching to firm, fast licks until he’s had you writhing and sobbing out his name in a chant. he heaves you down, carefully lapping over the slick of your folds and your hole, ultimately burying his face further between your thighs as he delves his tongue into the hole of your cunny.

you’re such a mess, falling apart as he lets your arousal collect on his tongue, moaning when he feels the plush of your walls clamp around him, overwhelmingly making you fuck yourself against his mouth when his nose bumps over your swollen clit.

and just when you couldn’t fathom what else he could do to render you pliant from the meager use of his mouth, jiung forcefully grasps your thighs spread, effortlessly slipping a finger into your cunt as his lips move to latch over your clit and abuse it with his tongue.

“oh, god. jiung—feels so fucking good,” the air within his bedroom felt intoxicating as you let yourself succumb to pleasure. the constant suckling of his mouth matched the noise of his slender finger sinking into your cunny, slick, filthy noises turning the atmosphere heated by the minute.

close, close, you’re so fucking close. the repeated squelch of your gushing pussy felt humiliating, your heart hammering as you let out ragged moans between calls of his name. no one else could see you in such a helpless, embarrassing state, driven mad over his bed. the same bed he’s touched himself to the thought of pleasuring you to his utmost desire.

and now he’s doing it to you once more.

jiung slips in another finger, groaning around your swollen bud when he realizes how wet he’s made of you from the patch of arousal that’s pooled onto his sheets. continuing the thrusts of his digits into your cunny, watching the way you engulf him through your folds. and he just curls—curls his fingers knowing you’d begin rutting up to his mouth eager for release.

“want it, want it, want it, jiung—please!” you sob out, almost as if tears were welling at the corners of your eyes as you couldn’t stop yourself from breathily moaning in chase of your high, cheeks burning in bliss.

he’ll never say a word, at least not for now, but it fuels his ego that he’s the only one who could topple you over the edge—out of your mind as he finds your g-spot and prods his fingers there, staying, almost making out with your cunt from the way he’s sucking even more that he wants the cord in you to snap, just groaning flush against your swollen bud as he thrusts his digits impossibly faster—his chin slick with your arousal as he receives for more, feeling you cum all over his fingers getting sucked further into the squeeze of your cunt and trying to push his head away even though your thighs are clamped tight over his cheeks.

it was then when he pulled away from your trembling figure, he took in your spent image that fell apart on his bed, your fingers numb while your legs lay limp as your moans died down along with your high. he kisses your clit once more, maybe even the last time he would when he feels the weak push of your hand on his forehead.

“no more…” you softly spoke, meeting his eyes again when he hovers over you on his bed, admiring the gorgeous angel he’s turned blissed out of their mind.

fuck. he knows for sure, yours is the prettiest pussy he’s ever tasted and will ever pleasure.

jiung moves in an attempt to fetch you a glass of water, yet he doesn’t even make it out of the bed when he feels you tug on his fingertips, flashing you a questioning expression.

“jiung, you’re hard.”

it was from your words that he came back to his senses, the bulge in his shorts serving quite the trouble, although he doesn’t want to bother you further.

“don’t worry about it y/n, you don’t have to do anything about it.” you almost wanted to curse at him, from how selfless he’s been treating you ever since the evening began, but all you could muster was to rest on your elbows.

“no, no. let me, please. after all you’ve done for me tonight…” you urge him to position himself closer to the headboard, recalling how he’s paid for dinner, drove you around, and… made you cum in the span of one night. “the least you could let me do is to return the favor.”

“alright then, but… i’d like to make a simple request.” you raise your gaze toward him, awaiting an answer as you straddle his body while his head softly hits the pillow.

“i couldn’t have you leaning over like that.”

he gestures towards your knees, still trembling from the afterglow of your orgasm.

he hurriedly rids himself off his shirt, followed by the rest of his undergarments. it was only then that you remembered the tattooed butterflies over his torso, ever so sultry, leading down further until you’re met with the sight of his cock, tip leaky and begging to get pleasured.

“you can sit on me while you…” he struggles to string his words together, anticipating the shocked look on your face as he holds his arms out for you to reach closer.

“jiung… i'm still a little bit sensitive from earlier i don’t think i can handle another—”

“don't worry baby, i'm not gonna touch you! i mean, i will touch you… but i’ll just keep my hands on your thighs. i promise.”

and so you shift at his words, straddling his chest as you lean over to the direction of his cock. it’s such a shameful position to be solely sucking him off with your ass so close to his face, especially now that his touch is ghosting over your thighs, keeping you snug in place.

he’s been needy for the longest this evening despite choosing to be such a giver, heavily panting out the moment he feels your tongue swipe over his slit. fuck, the swirl of your wet muscle dragging over his heavy tip was something he’s never realized he’d been yearning for, his breath hitching, fading into a groan when you finally engulf as much of him as you can in your warm mouth.

he’s heavy on your tongue, yet all you could wish for was for him to not moan out so seductively distracting. your hole’s clenching around nothing at this point, trying to focus on the way you sloppily wrapped his cock with your mouth as you bobbed your head.

“ahh… y/n, fuck—more.” you couldn’t resist getting aroused once again, especially from the way he was moaning your name out so passionately, the rumble of his chest from constant groans traveling straight to your core, a familiar surge burning up within your tummy.

and where else would jiung look at aside from your ass, right in front of him, his piercing gaze descending to your cunt. although his eyes could've been shut tight from the pleasure, he'd still feel you, slick dripping down just an inch past his collarbones.

it's like you're testing him on purpose. he doesn't want to break his promise to you, even though he badly wants to latch his mouth on your cunny once more with abandon. he can't help it, nails digging crescents on the flesh of your thigh as his breathing grew ragged, dragging him back to the present as he has to deal with the constant slobber of your sucking and the lewd image of your cunt.

it must mean you're aroused though, if your pussy's making such a wet mess over him. regardless if it were a mix of his spit and your orgasm from earlier, currently oozing out, his mind's running on nothing but his need for you.

he just can't help it. you weren't sure what to make of the sudden apologies jiung uttered simultaneously at your messy eating, unintentionally hollowing your cheeks at his rough pull towards his mouth, ultimately latching his lips over your folds for the second time.

"mhmph—jiung, i told you!" you cry out, pulling away from his length with a string of spit connected to your bottom lip, glistening. your mind wandered back into pleasure as you still tried to keep your furious pace of stroking his cock, despite your mind turning cloudy from the repeated lapping of his tongue on your clit—knowing full well you're still recovering from your climax not too long ago.

oh, but god, he didn't have to be so good at eating you out that you're shamelessly bucking your hips, trying to meet the way his tongue darts out towards your folds.

you tried your hardest to take him into your mouth once more, but you just couldn't keep a steady pace. your fist looked helpless, stroking him erratically while you're left tearfully moaning out as he lets you ride his face in a rush of lust. working each other towards the edge of climax, as you rut over him.

from an outside perspective, it would seem it was just you falling apart, vision blurring as you relished the flicking of jiung's tongue on your sensitive clit, your grip loosening on his cock—'til you're left clawing over his tattooed butterflies in pure bliss.

you're choking out sobs at this point, no doubt nearing your orgasm by the second. oh, but there's just something quite different with the way the spring in your tummy coils tight, your veins growing much hotter as the only thing you could hear was the pounding of your heart in your ears.

"ohhh, fuck—jiung, jiung, can't!" he anticipates the tremble rushing through the plush of your thighs, burying the tip of his tongue into your cunny before he's met with an abrupt wetness splattering all over his chin, warm on his neck and a sticky splotch on the sheets—god, you're just giving him more reasons to wanna ravish you further.

and if there's one thing he's been dreaming of, he didn't expect it would be such a hot sight for you to squirt all over him, almost feeling like his fingertips held a spark as he worked you through your messy high.

“that was…hot, oh… fuck, y/n...” he curses through his breath, unexpectedly cumming just from watching you fall apart and squirting all over him. it was unfortunate how he couldn’t see the way he released all over your face, your lips stricken with his sticky cum as you attempt to lick the sides of your mouth clean before your head falls back over his torso in an attempt to clean the cum off the tattoo.

silence fell upon the room, and at this point the storm had fizzled down a little bit, almost finding yourself drawn to slumber until jiung gently flipped you over, your back against his soft mattress.

“i’ll be right back, alright?” you could almost make out the image of your boyfriend through your heavy lids, his chin and chest dripping wet—embarrassingly because of you.

yet time blurred out of your control as you couldn’t even feel ashamed about it, only to shortly wake up in freshly replaced sheets and clothes, your chest to the mattress.

the cozy smell of vanilla wafts through the room, a subtle glow at the corner of your eye from the candle over his dresser.

jiung really pushed through with his words, his hands gentle yet firm as he massages the muscles on your back, almost feeling yourself doze back to sleep as he quells each ache with his movements.

“feel better now baby?”

he notices you’ve finally woken up, leaning down to press a soft kiss over your shoulder before resuming his massages.

“you must’ve felt really exhausted, i’m sorry… i couldn’t help myself. i’ll try to hold myself back, next time.”

you reply with a low hum, closing your eyes to focus on relaxing under your touch.

yet knowing jiung and his persistent attitude—coupled with the first time he’s made you squirt, you’re certain he’s miserably going to fail in trying to stay true to his words.

…but is it really that bad if he’s making you feel good though?

— a/n: you've made it this far... thank you for reading my debut fic on tumblr! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging and i would love to hear your thoughts as well!

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