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MEET UP FOR A COFFEE AND A SMILE | C.S
pairing ⟡ bf .ᐟ choi san x gn .ᐟ reader
synopsis ⟡ feeling overwhelmed because of stressful events and built up emotions, your thoughtful boyfriend wants to melt away all of your problems in his own, sweet way.
genre ⟡ fluff, romance, established relationship
warnings ⟡ mentions of dealing with anxiety attack, pet names, juuust a sickening amount of fluff because san is just too cute to handle and i just wanna eat him
wc ⟡ 2.1k
author's note ⟡ my first ever written scenario wooo !! got suddenly struck by a spark of inspiration while listening to one day at a time, that song feels like the warmest hug :,) hope you'll enjoy it!!
letting out a loud sigh, you push the entry's door closed with your hip, too focused on untying your shoelace to bother. today felt like a fever dream, emphasis on 'fever', because you feel like you're dealing with one. plus a terrible, terrible headache, the main cause of your deep frowning.
a groan escapes your lips soon as you straighten your back, the sudden movement making you dizzy. you close your eyes and stay still for a brief moment, your mind being kind enough to remind you of the anxiety attack you dealt with today.
besides your part time job that has been stressing you a lot lately, the cherry on top is the finals season. you had to split yourself in half so you could manage your time for both studying and working. you told yourself that you can do it, your san also has been providing you with his encouraging words, love and attention.
yet today felt like you couldn't bear that struggle anymore, that insufferable weight on your shoulders, which had you locked in your job's place bathroom. you didn't call san. no, you didn't want to worry him, especially knowing he has a busy schedule today.
after a few 'you're fine' and 'it's okay' whispered to yourself and trying to regulate your quick breathing and heart palpitations while feeling fatigued and uneasy, it seemed that you calmed down a bit. but your whole body has been feeling weak the rest of the evening. fortunately, you're home now. away from your job. and you only have one more exam left.
"everything is going to be alright by the end of all of this, jagi, i promise you this. you're doing great. you have me, i got you."
his healing words echo in your ears like sweet honey and you feel the corners of your lips rise and your body slowly relax after you threw yourself on the couch with a loud thump. as if he is connected to you and what's going on inside your mind, you hear your phone ring. you can't help but let out a soft chuckle as you answer the call.
"how do you manage to always do it, sannie?" you sigh, closing your eyes in content.
you hear some fidgeting and a car passing by, signs that he just ended his rehearsals, then his usual, sweet tone but with a tint of worry in his voice.
"baby? do what? are you okay?" you swear you can see his concerned expression just from the way he asked you those questions.
"i'm... yeah. i mean, i feel better now, that's what matters," you mutter, absently playing with the hem of your shirt.
a slight pause before san speaks again, this time clearly distraught. "oh, no, what happened aegiya? want me to come over?"
his cute way of calling you baby makes your heart flutter. you instantly shake your head in denial even if he can't see it.
"no, love, it's late and you probably just finished the dancing practice. that and also the fact that i barely have the energy to talk or exist... i'm so tired, sannie." your drowsy voice made san pout. his chest was suddenly feeling heavy and all he wanted to do was to offer a safe space for you to let everything out. to have his arms tightly wrapped around you, to pamper your face with his affectionate kisses. to have your head laying on his shoulder or chest just the way you like it, because his warmth and presence feel like home to you.
but he despises pushing your boundaries. even if he believes the best thing to do right now is being next to you, it does not match with your needs at the moment. and he will always listen to you over his distressed state and his anxious overthinking. what is truly important to both of you is, at the end of the day, to find each other's tender embrace, to be ready to face the worst of this world together.
with a low exhale, san gets inside the car, in the backseat while waiting for mingi.
"i know, angel, i know you are," his comforting voice and words brought tears to your eyes. "okay, i will let you rest. we don't have to talk about this now. but can you promise me one thing? one small, veeery tiny thing?"
you hum, already half asleep on the couch, still dressed in work clothes.
"allow me to be your anchor tomorrow morning. it's finally the weekend, i can come by your place and help you relax, even just a bit. this way we both can rest tonight and start tomorrow fresh."
oh, that's a bold lie. he will definitely not sleep at all because of how worried he is for you. absolutely not. no matter how tight he will hug the plushie you bought him a few months ago, imagining that it's you he's cuddling. but that's a problem for future san.
"mm, of course baby. thank you... for being so understanding," you let out a small yawn. "please rest, yeah?"
"i love you."
"i love you."
both of you speak in the same time and can't help but giggle together, san feeling rather shy at the other end of the call. after a few seconds, he starts humming for you, his feathery singing voice lulling you to sleep. he rests his cheek in his palm while looking at the dark sky through the car's window. a few stars are visible, shining in a way that comforts him. because he is relieved you are at least safe and sound at home and under the same sky as him. and while attentively listening to your steady breathing, he knows everything will be okay. he will always reassure you of that.
the early morning finds you in a deep, peaceful slumber. lucky for you because you didn't have to move, san had a copy of your apartment's keys and used them to get inside as quietly as possible. your catlike curled up position made him close his eyes shut in an almost failed attempt to control his squeal because of how adorable you look. taking off his hood and not leaving you out of his sight, he silently rests himself on the end support of the couch.
you softly huff and open your eyes. a familiar, gentle touch on your forehead makes you shift positions, turning your body towards your lover, arms clinging onto him like you haven't seen him in ages. you hear san's endearing chuckle as your head finds his lap, your cheek nuzzling against the soft material of his sweatpants.
"good morning, jagi." he whispers, leaning over so he can offer you a tender kiss on your temple.
"hi, 'morning," you purr, voice hoarse because you just woke up. "what time is it?"
you manage to move closer to him, hugging his waist and san felt like melting on the spot, right there and then. you are indeed very dangerous for his heart, yet he never wants you to stop causing him so many palpitations.
"it's still early, don't worry. i just couldn't bear leaving you alone anymore," he admits with his well known pout, which causes your lips to curl up into a lazy smile. as much as you love how clingy san is, you appreciate that he offered you the space you needed last night. you knew he wanted to desperately rush here, but he controlled himself. and that makes you forever grateful for his caring nature, putting you above everything.
"thanks for last night, really," you murmur, face resting against the pocket of his hoodie.
"shh, of course. it's the least i could do for you. i'll always try my best to be there when you need me. how are you feeling? and be honest, don't lie to me jagiya," he gently scolds you, knowing you tend to pretend that everything is fine in order not to bother him with your problems. but you promised to each other to try being more open about this, both you and san valuing communication the most.
"i really, really needed this sleep," you choose to tell him about yesterday's happening. "i had an anxiety attack at work, things just got too much for me to handle."
san looks down at you and hums, nodding in an understanding manner as his hand caresses the top of your head. his first, impulsive reaction would be to get all upset and to question you about your lack of calls regarding him, but how was that supposed to help you? the least thing he wants is to make you feel bad or invalidate your feelings. san is more than sure you are capable of handling yourself, you have shown him countless of times how strong and admirable you are. he looks up to you, always. but it's normal to feel helpless sometimes, and he wants to be your comforting mountain, for you to rely on him, to help you see the light at the end of the tunnel when darkness seems to take over. seeing you without that sparkle in your eyes crushes him, aches him more than any physical pain can.
"i'm relieved you're feeling better now. i am so, so proud of you for calming yourself down," it's all he softly says and cuddles you closer in his strong arms. while rocking both of you from left to right, he tells you about his morning plans, which includes you. "i was thinking of bringing back that pretty smile of yours that i aaaabsolutely adore with a cup of coffee, what do you say, hm? we can go get some breakfast as well. then we can spend the rest of the day however you want. how's that sound?"
"very, very nice," you reply, smiling at the thought of enjoying san's presence and spending time with him for a whole day.
"ah, perfect then," he nods happily, patting your hip. "when was the last time you ate?"
you tuck your lips. the sudden silence makes san dramatically gasp, still waiting for a response.
you exhale, trying to remember. "yesterday...? yesterday at lunch." you see him with the corner of your eye starting to shake his head, all sulky.
"no, no, my dearest right here needs to eat," he says and immediately begins to cover your face with his soft kisses, receiving a lot of giggles from you. his warm, minty breath tickles your cheeks and makes you squirm in his hug, trying to escape from his pampering but secretly enjoying it. his dimpled smile softens you, and you find yourself getting up with a sudden urge to kiss him.
with your hands gently cupping his face, you lean forward and press your lips against his, the unforeseen action causing san's eyes to widen before allowing himself to get weak under your loving touch. his arms tighten around your waist as he shyly kisses you back, suppressing a lot of happy giggles while smiling in between the kisses.
"i brought," peck "you," peck "one of my hoodies," one last final peck from you and this time san lets out the cutest laugh, his eyes closing and turning into that crescent moon shapes you love to see. "you're so cute, jagi."
"i think we both know who is the cuter one here," you confidently say, not holding yourself back from kissing the tip of his nose. he is quick to reciprocate your affection, copying your gesture which made your nose scrunch and his heart flip.
"mhm, you're right, it's you!" he gives you a charming wink then gets up from the couch when he senses that you are about to contradict him. gazing at you from this angle, with your messy bed hair, clearly not in your most comfortable clothing, eyes still a bit drowsy but with that peaceful, small smile on your lips, makes everything worth fighting for. san has so much love for you and will never get tired of showering you in it, because you deserve it.
noticing a cardboard box on your kitchen counter with two cups of coffee in it, your hopeful question pulls him out of the trance he found himself into. "you got the coffee already?"
your lover offers you a compassionate smile as he nods his head. "your favorite."
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🌃Mercurial:
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Chapter One/Prologue: Abstain
"I found you, I found the door."
-Mitski, I Want You
(please mind the tags, I don't know how the UK train system works, English isn't my first language apologies for any mistakes <3)
You kiss them goodbye on the doorway, you make sure their jackets are zipped up, you promise to keep the windows locked and to not go out at night, Simon smiles, his eyes crinkling above the surgical mask.
"Gonna be good for us, hare? Sure hope so."
It's half joking, half threatening and desperately hopeful.You focus on the spot between his eyes as you nod, stomach twisting into knots and hands sweating.
You press your ear to the metal door and listen to their footsteps fading away then you rush to the balcony and watch the black, truck you repainted last month go down the road, through the U turn and disappear, your knuckles white against the railings your forearms stiff, eyes so wide and unlinking untill they water and force you to blink. You're scared that any moment now the other shoe will drop, they'll turn the car around and John will ask you if you really took them for such fools as Simon rumages through drawers and wardrobes laying every bit of your pitifull escape plan on the floor, like a wolf gutting a hare. Then you'll be driven back to the lonely, stuffy shack in the woods in the trunk, hogtied and gagged, feeling every bump on the road.
The trunk opens and you shut your eyes against the onslaught of white hard light, nose stinging from the cold as you curl into yourself out of both fear and well deserved shame, guilt. They're talking above you, familiar voices blurring together and becoming white noise. You feel like an insect pinned down, getting dissected.
Someone places their hand over your eyes, rubbing at your red, runny nose with their calloused thumb.
"Oh lovie."
"Carefull Si, cannea back out now."
There's silence for a second and you know they're exchanging the kind of look that saves their lives out on the field, the kind of look that explains and understands.
"Gotta let him learn his lesson ,hmm?"
"No other choice left."
Simon runs his hand over your face and rubs at your neck, that still smells of someone else. Mature and cold with hints of narcissus.You can see his internal conflict in his darkned eyes and see you can see his attachment, his love, his despration winning out.
You look up at them at Simon's wide set face and his unfocussed eyes dried out from lack of sleep, John bends down and picks you out of the truck setting you down on aching feet, still clad in socks as he flicks his knife out, a flash of fear goes through you, gutted by the same knife you had bought for him on his birthday, how fitting.
"Run 'n I'll break ya legs,."
"Last resort Si, might never heal proper again."
"Wouldn't tha' a good thing by now?"
You hear a sigh, both exasperated and heartbroken.
"Hope not."
Simon holds you in place by the shoulders as John cuts the ropes away, his jaw is set but his sweet blue eyes are wet, tired and you can't help the immense guilt you feel at putting them through this, for pushing them so far, for staying when you knew you'd do this.
Then you lift your face and see it, the cabin it's a box really, no windows and only one heavy door, John had mentioned his father had built one for hunting ,you wonder if it's the same one. You look over the dark wood walls and the door padlocked from the outside, your fear snowballs, all consuming and rattling your ribs. The idea of being trapped in the small, dark space is nauseating, it terrifies you in a way so primal, so reflex you think you'll bolt for a second, you think you'll beg scream, anything, anything. John straightens up and caresses your face.
"Just for a little while hare, just 'till Si n' I are back from this misson, then we'll come 'n get ya, promised we'd never leave eachothe, remember?."
He rips the tape off your mouth and gives you a soft sweet kiss, familiar lips failing to settle you for the first time, well groomed stubble scratchy against your moist skin, Simon presses his cheek against yours.
"It has everything ya need and we'll be back before you know it, just behave yourself and you'll never have to see this place again."
His voices is gravel against your skin, his breath smoke but you can't focus on them pressing against you on either side or the ropes laying undone on the grass.
All you can see is the cabin, the padlock, the wardens, the convict.
You had stayed for a long time in that cabin, long enough for your food to start running out, long enough to grow both lovesick and resentfull, long enough to get yourself together and fix the old, busted hunting camera you had found shoved between the wall and the bed.
You bought two flasdrives a week ago before their deployment and hid them in your tool box, on one you upload images of the cabin, of chains, of bruises, dents in the wall and your room ransacked time and time again.You know it's not a strong case and it's not meant to be. It's supposed to be a reminder for what you did, what you're running from, your sentencing.
On the other flash drive you upload all your happy memories, screenshots of loving wordsand jokes, selfies together, pictures of gifts and vacations, the apartment you saved up for with them. To keep you warm, souvenirs from the last place you settled in, from the last place you let yourself be loved.
You tuck them into the struddiest back pack you own, four changes of clothes, underwear, very basic toiletries, some fancy jewellery you'll have to pawn off later on. The money, fake ID and passport you had hidden in the inner lining of one of the coats John's forgotten about a long time ago, discarded at the back of his closet.
You pack the bag in under ten minutes just the way you practiced, the hard part is the note, you write over and over again palms sweaty and hands shaky eventually you settle on;
'Stay safe, I love you, goodbye.' Flowery language and false promises feel ingenuine when you're leaving everything the three of you have worked for, everything they'd tied their hearts to , it feels cowardly when you're running away. You leave the crumpled up notes on the top of the trash and your shared card on the table. You keep your promise ring in your pocket.
The walk to the train station is torture, every loud step is Simon, every wide shoulder or brown jacket is John, you feel like you're drowning in a pool filled with snippets of them, like driftwood caught in a storm much bigger than he'll ever comprehend. You either dread the day they'll be nothing but memories or salivate for it, you can't decide with the overwhelming panic, the sick excitement.You buy a day pass and a burner phone before you throw away your cell phone.
The bus ride is calmer, when you don't think about the pub you met in, the small flower shop you routinely bought foxgloves and bluebells from, the record shop Johnny loves, the workplace Simon insisted he drove you to whenever he could; the lufe you're betraying, the blessings you're running from.
You sit arms crossed and face hidden under your hood as you watch the city flash by, the further away from home you get the more guilt you feel; guilt for letting them in, guilt for misguiding them, guilt for aggravating them again and again and again untill either one snapped, guilt for leaving when you had just convinced them you wouldn't even think of it.
You swallow it down and watch the city speed away colors blurring like oil paint.
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ˋˏ [mingi layout pack]
💼 "if you think you're trapped. you're in that box you built yourself, i'll help you break it (break it, break it, break it)" one day at a time, ateez 2020.
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If you think you're trapped You're in that box you built yourself I'll help you break it
-"one day at a time" by ateez
this whole song is just one big comforting hug but these lines are the most relatable to me since i often find i'm my own worst enemy with how many self-sabotaging thoughts i have. the imagery they use is a perfect visualization. then the image of them helping you tear down your own negative thoughts and insecurities is just really sweet and heartwarming and bro this is why kpop is my favorite coping mechanism🥹
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Comicpalooza update& Headed out a LOT of business cards and now we're exhausted. Asked Seán if he liked anything at the stalls but so far only one booth caught his eye- I grabbed her card for him tho. And other than that I got SO MANY ARTIST CARDS!! Excited to look though them and like, bookmark websites and buy smthn once I have more money. We have a little bit right now but there's so much cool stuff out there and so little cash flow for us that it's gonna be a while until we get to most of them. There's so many awesome artists here!! The library upstairs was super cute too.
Our day was.... honestly I wish I could say it was awesome and poggers and parts of it were!! But we also had some bad experiences today too, and honestly all but one of them would easily be outweighed by the good, but the FIRST bad thing was the worst and kind of set the tone for our day.
If any of you ever go to comicpalooza or the venue it's in, here's a tip- NEVER. USE. THE STAIRS. other than the elevators and escalators, there is no transportation, because while they built stairs, THERE IS NO EXIT TO THE STAIRWELL.
It's one way.
If you open the door to go down the stairs, and that door shuts behind you, there's no handle to get out and pushing the doors won't do anything, and it's the same all the way down.
I'll explain my experience under the cut but I wanted to put the warning first. DON'T. USE. THE STAIRS.
We spent the first 20 minutes trapped in a stairwell with no clue when (or if) we'd get out. I started crying and screaming for help and banging on the doors and no one heard us even though we could see them through the crack. Seán tried to calm me down and suggested we see if, if we went all the way down, there WOULD be an exit, but the only door down there we could access was storage so I assume either there's no exit at all unless they open the doors (which they supposedly do in a fire/emergency) or you have to go through storage to get it, and with no employee guide I wasn't going to wander through boxes.
So then I started hyperventilating again and crying and everything and Seán again was like "hey let's be rational" and asked me if I could try calling mom and seeing if it worked. So I did, and she said she'd TRY to find us by following our description of how we got stuck in there.
So then I went back to the door we came in from....and quickly lost my calm again and started yelling through the crack again, I got handprints and tears all over it and body slammed into it one time but Seán was like "STOP you're going to hurt yourself" so then we just kinda stood there, and Seán was still scared just being normal about it so I just kind of joined him in silent anxiety and we just stood there scared??? Mom called us, again, and stayed on the phone until she found us, but by then we were physically shaking and crying all over again from relief and tired-ness and she walked us to our first panel to make sure we were like. Okay.
Apparently there was also a security number we could call for help that's on the back of the doors but it was just "security - number" so we didn't know that was what it was for ;-; at least our mom was there and helped.
So....like....as fun as most of the panels were that was terrifying??!!!! And it also made anything else bad that happened feel a lot worse.
So I am VERY tired.
The air-instument band we saw was awesome and Seán liked the writing panel we went to (also the first panel we went to) and werewolf was also very poggers!! But I still got trapped in a stairwell. So like??
Hey at least I was still able to laugh and smile and have fun at other points in the day!! It's just now that I'm back in the hotel room all I can think about is how scary it was in the stairs....
I hope this wasn't like an actual new trauma. If it is and I have to unpack it in therapy later or we form a new alter I might just like curl up into a little ball. Like I DO feel scared of the stairwells and get anxious when I see them now but will that wear off??? I hope so????
Blowing up whoever decided one-way no exit stairwells were a good idea.
Also I piloted the body almost all of today besides during Seán's panel specifically. I wonder if that'll keep happening..I hope so, since I like people! I wouldn't want him to be overwhelm with the space and become scared and afraid
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Jin: The Lost Boys Series
Summer was coming to a close and in a desperate attempt to make the most of what was left there were non stop parties. The Frats and Sororities were in a constant stupor, jocks passed out on lawns, alcohol poisoning in abundance. You didn't enjoy hanging out with these people but there was always free booze and it was something to do. You craved something different, everything, everyone was the same and you were bored. Your life was predetermined, your style, your friends, your education and career had all been laid out by your parents and you felt trapped.
Sitting on the couch, which was currently in the yard of Alpha Sigma Phi you checked your phone incessantly. There had to be something else better to do, some form of higher intelligence out there on a Friday night.
As if fate could hear you, the seven lost boys showed up. Given the name by the jocks, the boys all lived and hung out together, they didn't go to school and nobody was really sure what they did to get by.
Their house was just outside of the school district, it was pretty run down and it was unclear if they were squatting or renting the dump. They were outsiders but they didn't care, they had each other and their friendship was enviable. There was no pretending with them, they did what they wanted and always seemed to have fun regardless of the way they were treated by the college towns hierarchy. Surrounded by rumors and stories of legend, it was as if they didn't exist as individuals until they found one another. You remembered him though, Jin was the quiet new kid in class, the grade eight transfer student. Hormones running high, all the girls adored him, the beautiful rich boy with dark hair and puffy lips, well dressed and well versed, different than the others. After graduation, his family moved on and you hadn't thought of him again until one day a few months ago you recognized that smile. What had happened, how did he end up in this place with these boys?
Opening the frats door they entered into a world they weren't welcome in. Shit, this was going to get interesting, watching the windows from your perch outside you checked the time on you phone. It had only been 10 minutes when four of them came walking back out, bottles in hand. Not in a rush to get away they moved to stand under the tree right beside you. Laughing at how easy it was to walk in and take what they wanted, they celebrated their score by passing the bottles out. You must have caught his eye when you laughed at his friend hitting the glass off his teeth, he came and sat down next to you. Twisting open a bottle he handed it to you and smiled while continuing his conversation with his friends. Twenty three minutes in and the remaining three boys came running out of the house. With a stack of pizzas in hand and a knapsack full of bottles, they were chased around the yard by the drunken buffoons of the football team. Standing up to run with his friends Jin turned to you, "Are you coming?" He reached out his hand and throwing caution to the wind you grabbed it and ran.
Stopping in the street a few blocks over everyone was laughing, "are we going home with our loot?" Not sure of who was speaking they were all so loud. Looking at you he smiled, "Might as well, I think we have everything we need for our own party." The squeeze he gave your hand made your heart race, even though you weren't running anymore he didn't let it go.
The house was sparsely furnished and it was clearly inhabited by dirty boys but it wasn't derelict like you'd heard. They laid the pizzas out on the counter and attacked them like they hadn't eaten in days. Reaching in Jin grabbed a box and handed it to you, stopping to grab a bottle of vodka off the table he nudged you towards the stairs. Unlocking his bedroom door he ushered you in, a mattress on the floor and a dresser piled with clothes were the only things inside. "Sorry, it's not much, but it's home," he said. You weren't sure what the fuck you were doing, why you'd followed him here but you wanted to see where it was going. You put the pizza box on the floor and sat on his bed, he sat beside you, knees touching, he opened the vodka bottle.
"You always used to wear a red sweater with your hair up, I'd sit behind you in class thinking about how cute the three little freckles on your neck were." He gathered your hair to the side ran his finger over them, goosebumps appeared on your skin. "What happened to you Jin, where did you go?" He offered you the bottle of Vodka, "We moved all the time so I never had any friends, even if I liked someone I knew I'd just have to leave. My parents thought that chasing money was worth more than stability and I really resented them for it. I met Yoongi about a year ago and we decided to come live here. I might not have much but I have a roof over my head and friends that are like brothers to me" He raised his eyebrows at you. "What's your story?" You laughed and took a big drink of vodka, "Everyday is the same as the last and even though I have friends none of them mean anything to me. It's all about money and status, it's fake and I hate it" He was staring at you, "I guess we both still need to figure this life shit out, maybe we can help each other." You smiled at him, "I used to watch you with your books at recess, sitting alone on the hill, your lips moving as you read, I really wanted to kiss you" He hummed, "you should learn to live without regrets, seize the moment.. " as he spoke you straddled his lap, gripping his hair with both hands you kissed his soft plush lips. He ran his hand through your hair, "How much have you had to drink tonight? I don't want you to do something you're going to regret." You couldn't help but smile at the question, "I'm good, what about you, how much have you had to drink?" He leaned in "I'm not going to regret a single thing I do to you tonight."
He let his lips drag up your neck. Reaching down, you gripped the hem of his t shirt and pulled it up over his head, he was built beautifully. Letting your fingers ghost over his abs you stopped when you got to the button on his jeans. Teasing, you looked him in the eye while biting your lip, "I don't usually do things like this, with strangers I mean" he slid the strap of your tank top off your shoulder, replacing it with kisses. "We aren't strangers Y/N, this is the second time our lives have connected, there must be some cosmic reason." His words were enough to make you forget about any modesty you had left. Standing up you you slid your shirt off, he stood to wrap is arms around you unclasping your bra. He pulled you in tighter and pressed you against his bare skin as he moved his tongue over yours. Both of you set to work removing each others pants, he pulled them inside out down the length of your legs taking your panties with them. Getting on his knees he took his time peppering your stomach with tiny kisses that fluttered across your skin. "Lay back" he said taking your hands helping lower you onto the bed. He kissed his way from your stomach down to your thighs and slowly to your center. He opened you with his tongue and took long languid licks. "Fuck, Jin, oh my God" he laughed at the way you were becoming unraveled "Does that feel good Y/N?" You started to say yes when he began sucking your clit softly and only moans could escape you. Clearly his lips were made for eating pussy, his mouth was soft and wet and he moved them expertly. Not being able to control yourself anymore you began thrusting with his motions trying to expedite your orgasm. "You're so impatient, do you want to cum?" he teased. "Please, I'm so close Jin" he slid two of his fingers into you and surely everyone in the house heard you moan. His motions were slow and deliberate. He knew exactly what he was doing as he gave his fingers a slight curl into you, pumping once, twice and that's all it took. You came all over his face and fingers and he kept licking, taking it all.
Barely giving you a minute to catch your breath, he moved on top of you focusing his attention to your breasts. Using his mouth and his fingertips he teased your nipples. You couldn't help but grab hold of his hair as the pleasure ran through you like a current. Longing for him inside you made the feeling of emptiness more pronounced. Aching for another release you begged "Please Jin, I want you so bad" you felt his mouth relax into a smile against your chest. Moving up your body he stopped to look you in the eyes, "I want you too" Using one hand to hold yours above your head he used the other to line himself up with your entrance, kissing you softly as he pushed himself in. Wet from arousal, he slid nicely in and out hitting deep inside. Wrapping your legs around his body brought him closer with each thrust. He ground his pelvic bone into your clit until you were moaning into your second orgasam. "Can I cum in you?" he asked with shaky breath. "No, just wait… wait…I'll take you in my mouth" you panted out. He pulled out of you and flipped onto his back, covered in your orgasam he was hard as a rock and throbbing waiting for you. Wanting to please him you immediately wrapped you mouth around his cock and pumped him with your hand. His abs tensed and his breath was heavy as he shot his cum into your throat. Letting out a cute little "ah, ah" as you swallowed around him he relaxed onto the bed. Pulling you up towards him, you nestled under his arm with your head on his chest. He held your hand over his heart, "I want more of this," he kissed the top of your head, "not just sex, but you." You didn't say anything back, you just slowly drifted off to sleep.
You woke to the sound of people outside the door, one of the boys was trying desperately to get a girl into their room. Jin was laying beside you but facing the wall, his broad shoulders were on full display and you sat taking in the gorgeous sight. Did you really fuck Jin last night? You smiled at yourself, you did, and you didn't regret it one bit. Moving closer you wrapped your arm over him and snuggled into his back laying a kiss between his shoulder blades. He stirred awake and turned to look at you. "Are you okay?" he asked, you smiled and placed your lips on his, "I think I am now."
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