#jongin x reader

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exo x f!reader ; the exos n their fave ways to obliterate that coochie 🥰 ⟢ requested by this lovely anonie <3 ty babie!

content: 18+/mdni 3.5k+ words. established relationships. talking u thru it. bulge kink. rough. possessive. marking. overstimulation. explicit language. breeding kink. p in v. creampie. raw juseyooooo <3

⟢ jongin

standing backshots. jongin doesn’t just fuck—he devours. he takes his time, lets the anticipation build, makes you feel every second of his attention before he finally gives you what you’re begging for. and standing backshots? it’s his favorite because it’s raw, desperate, and so damn deep.

his hands are firm on your hips, pulling you back against him as his chest presses into your back, his breath hot against your neck. he likes keeping you right on the edge, teasing, dragging himself along your slick folds, letting you shiver before he finally pushes in.

“fuck, baby,” he groans, voice thick, rough. “so tight—how are you always this tight for me?”

his grip tightens the second you try to move, holding you in place, forcing you to take every inch at his pace. his fingers dig into your hip, guiding you back onto him, slow and deliberate, making sure you feel just how deep he is. and when he finally pulls almost all the way out? he gives you one warning—one low, husky “stay still.”

and then he slams forward, knocking the air from your lungs, your palms pressing into the nearest surface to keep yourself steady. he’s merciless. deep, measured thrusts, grinding into you between each snap of his hips, making sure you’re stretched around him, taking everything he gives you.

“you hear that?” his voice is almost teasing, breathless. “hear how fucking wet you are for me?”

and when your legs start shaking, threatening to give out, he’s already there. one arm wraps around your waist, holding you up, keeping you locked against him as he drives into you from behind, relentless. his lips are on your neck, kissing, biting, whispering filth against your skin as he loses himself in you.

“uh uh, baby. don’t you run from me.” his palm presses into your lower stomach, feeling the way he fills you, the way your body molds around him. “stay your ass right here. i’m not done with you yet.”

he’ll make sure you don’t forget it.

⟢ chanyeol

cowgirl. omg congratulations to you for bouncing on it!!!!!!!!!! chanyeol loves the way you look when you’re on top. all of you—spread out for him, trembling above him, completely at his mercy even when you’re the one in control. he wants to feel you, watch you, let you take him however you want, but if you think for even a second that he’ll just sit back and let you have your way? you’re dead wrong.

his hands are everywhere. gripping your waist, smoothing up your thighs, grabbing handfuls of your ass as he helps you move, his fingers digging into your skin as he watches you take him in, slow and teasing.

“fuck, baby.” his voice is low, wrecked, barely holding himself together. "you feel so fucking good—look at you, riding me so well."

he tries to let you set the pace, he really does, but the second you slow down, teasing, grinding instead of bouncing? his patience snaps.

his hands tighten on your hips, holding you still as he thrusts up into you, deep and sharp, knocking the breath right out of you.

“you think you can play with me?” his voice is a rasp, his head falling back against the pillows for a second before his dark, blown-out eyes find yours again. “nah, baby. you wanna tease me? you better be ready for this.”

he grabs you, pulling you flush against his chest, his arms caging you in as he plants his feet against the mattress and starts fucking up into you—hard. his grip is unrelenting, forcing you to take it, making sure you feel every thick, deep stroke.

“shit—you're gripping me so tight—fuck.”

he’s panting now, his lips brushing against your ear, his groans turning into deep, desperate moans as he loses himself in the way you feel around him. one hand slides up your back, threading through your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back as he leans in, lips hovering over yours.

“say my name, baby.” his voice is wrecked, pleading, demanding. “louder. let me hear you.”

and when you finally give him what he wants, his control snaps completely. he flips you over in one move, pinning you beneath him, his hands on either side of your head as he drives into you, raw and desperate, completely consumed by you.

“fuck, i need you—i need all of you—” his forehead presses against yours, his breath mixing with yours, his hips snapping faster, “you're mine, baby. you're fucking mine.”

and he’ll make sure you never forget it.

⟢ sehun

missionary (but make it intense). sehun might seem nonchalant on the outside, but don’t let that fool you. when he has you beneath him, pinned down, there’s nothing gentle about the way he takes you. missionary with him isn’t just some slow, sweet affair—it’s raw, primal, and so deeply intimate that you can’t escape his gaze, even if you wanted to.

his hands are everywhere— fingers laced with yours, pinning your wrists above your head as he presses his body against yours, chest to chest, hips locked together. his thrusts are deep, measured, deliberate, each one hitting you right where you need him, each one dragging out a gasp, a moan, a whimper that only fuels him more.

his eyes stay locked on yours, dark and blown out, his breath mingling with yours as he leans in, his lips just barely brushing against yours with every thrust.

“you feel that?” his voice is a low growl, sending shivers down your spine as he grinds his hips against yours, making sure you feel every inch of him. “you’re mine—every fucking part of you.”

and he doesn’t just say it—he shows it. he shifts, angling his hips just right, making you arch up off the bed, your nails dragging down his back, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist.

his lips find your neck, teeth scraping gently before sucking a mark into your skin, claiming you in every possible way. his hands move from your wrists to your thighs, gripping, pulling you impossibly closer, deeper.

“look at me,” he demands, voice rough, almost pleading. “i want to see you. i want to see what i do to you.”

and when you meet his gaze, eyes wide and glassy, completely undone beneath him? he loses it.

his pace quickens, thrusts turning sharp, almost punishing, each one sending shockwaves through your body. but even then, he keeps his focus on you—watching every reaction, every moan, every tremble.

“fuck—just like that,” he breathes, his voice cracking, his control slipping. “let me feel you, baby. let me feel you come apart for me.”

and when you do—when your body arches into him, when you cry out his name, when you tighten around him so hard he sees stars— he doesn’t stop.

he keeps going, keeps moving, keeps fucking into you with everything he has, chasing his own release, needing to be as close to you as possible. his forehead presses against yours, his breath ragged, lips finding yours in a desperate, messy kiss as he finally lets go, spilling into you with a deep, shuddering groan.

even after, when you’re both panting, bodies tangled together, he refuses to pull away. his hands gently stroke your hair, his lips pepper soft kisses across your face, his voice a whispered promise.

“you’re mine,” he murmurs, a soft, possessive growl lingering in his words. “all mine.”

⟢ kyungsoo

doggy style. kyungsoo is a perfectionist, and that extends to the way he ruins you in bed. he likes control, likes watching your body react to every precise thrust, likes knowing that he’s the one making you lose yourself. doggy style is his ideal position—he gets to set the pace, decide just how deep he’s going to bury himself inside you, how hard he’s going to snap his hips until you’re trembling.

it starts slow, deliberate—his hands gripping your hips, spreading you open, taking his time to savor the sight of you arching for him. his voice is low, rough as he murmurs, “stay just like that.” and then the moment he decides you’re ready? his grip tightens, fingers digging into your skin as he slams forward, knocking the breath right out of your lungs.

he’s ruthless with it—grinding in deep, pulling almost all the way out just to thrust back in and make you whimper for more. one hand presses into the small of your back, keeping you arched perfectly for him, the other wrapping around your throat as he leans over you, voice like a growl against your ear.

“look at you.” his tone is controlled, but there’s a dark edge to it. “taking me so well. you like this, don’t you?”

and the second he hears you gasp yes—or, even better, if you’re too wrecked to speak? he chuckles, slow and dangerous, pulling out just to leave you desperate, whining, arching back for him. his palm lands hard against your ass, the sting making you jolt before he drives back in, harder this time, setting an unforgiving rhythm that has your fingers clawing at the sheets.

but kyungsoo doesn’t just fuck you—he watches you fall apart. his grip tightens when you start shaking, when your legs threaten to give out, when your moans dissolve into nothing but broken gasps. and when you do collapse forward, body trembling, he’s right there behind you, pulling you back against his chest, his hand wrapping around your jaw to turn your face to him.

“we’re not done yet.” his lips brush your cheek, deceptively soft. “you wanted more, didn’t you? keep up, baby.”

he’ll make sure you do. again and again.

⟢ junmyeon

desk/tabletop. junmyeon has an air of sophistication, but behind closed doors? he’s anything but refined. he loves bending you over the nearest surface—his office desk, the kitchen counter, even the damn piano if he’s feeling particularly indulgent. his fingers press into your back, keeping you arched just the way he likes.

"you’re gonna take all of me, right?"

his tone is teasing, calculated—but there’s an edge of warning beneath it. because junmyeon isn’t asking. he’s telling.

his fingers curl around your hip, pulling you back onto him, slow, deep, stretching you open until your breath stutters. he watches your body react to him, watches you arch further, your back curving under his touch like you’re made for him.

and that’s when he loses the last of his patience.

his grip tightens, his control slipping as he thrusts in hard, knocking the air out of your lungs. the desk shakes beneath you, papers sliding to the floor, but he doesn’t care. he’s completely focused on you, on the way you gasp his name, on the way your body clenches around him.

“fuck, baby—” his voice falters just for a second before he catches himself, regaining that controlled, commanding tone. “so tight—taking me so fucking well.”

he leans over you, his hand pressing firm against the small of your back, keeping you exactly where he wants you. his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, his breath warm, teasing as he whispers,

“don’t even think about running from this.”

he picks up his pace then, driving into you harder, sharper, until your nails scrape at the wood beneath you. he’s relentless, precise, the way only junmyeon can be—like he’s planned this down to the very last detail, like he already knows exactly how to ruin you.

and when he feels you start to break beneath him, when your moans dissolve into soft, breathless whimpers? he slows, dragging it out, making you feel every thick, deep stroke.

his teasing smirk is the last thing you register before he snaps his hips forward one last time, groaning against your skin as he finally, finally gives in.

and even after, when he’s still catching his breath, his body pressed against yours, his hands stay exactly where they are. because junmyeon may be composed in public, but behind closed doors? he’s anything but refined.

⟢ baekhyun

meeeeaaaann mating press. baekhyun is controlled, precise, and unbelievably strong—and he loves using that strength to keep you exactly where he wants you. the moment he presses you down beneath him, folding your legs up against your chest, pinning you beneath his weight, you already know you aren’t going anywhere.

his grip is firm, unyielding, fingers digging into the backs of your thighs as he pushes you open wider, making sure there’s nowhere to hide, no way to escape the way he stretches you out. his breathing is slow, measured, his dark eyes locked onto yours as he lines himself up, the head of his cock dragging along your slick folds, teasing you, making you wait.

"ready for me, baby?" he murmurs, his voice rough, dripping with quiet dominance. he watches your lips part, watches the way your body trembles in anticipation—and then he pushes in, slow and deliberate, filling you inch by inch until he’s seated deep inside.

and he doesn’t move.

he stays there, his chest flush against yours, his forehead nearly touching yours, his breath mixing with yours as he lets you feel it— the stretch, the pressure, the way he’s buried so deep inside you it leaves you breathless.

"fuck—look at you," he groans, his voice low and wrecked as he pulls out just an inch before snapping his hips forward, making you gasp.

and then he starts moving.

his thrusts are slow at first, devastatingly deep, grinding against you in slow, measured rolls of his hips, making sure you feel every inch. his grip on your thighs tightens, holding you wide open, making sure you take all of him, making sure you don’t run.

but then your nails rake down his back. your moans turn higher, sharper, needier. your body clenches around him so perfectly, so tight—and whatever restraint he had? gone.

he snaps his hips into you, sharp and relentless, his pace turning brutal, his thrusts hard enough to make the bed frame creak beneath you.

his hand slides down your stomach, pressing firmly, feeling the way he moves inside you, feeling how deep he is.

"ya feel that, baby?" his voice is thick, breathless. "feel how deep i am? you’re taking me so fucking well."

his other hand wraps around your throat, not squeezing, just tilting your head up, forcing you to meet his gaze, forcing you to stay in this moment with him.

"don’t look away." his thumb brushes against your jaw, his lips ghosting over yours, his breath ragged as he fucks into you harder. "i wanna see your pretty face when you cum all on my cock."

and when you finally break—when your body tenses, when your back arches, when you sob his name and tighten around him so hard it nearly makes him lose his mind?

he groans, his pace stuttering, his own release hitting just as hard as yours. his grip on you tightens, his body pressing flush against yours as he buries himself deep one last time, letting go completely.

but he doesn’t let you go.

his arms stay wrapped around you, his hands soothing over your thighs, his lips pressing soft, lazy kisses to your shoulder.

"holy fuck, sweetheart," he sighs, his voice still rough, still breathless. "so fucking perfect for me."

and when you’re too wrecked to even move, to even speak?

he just smirks, shifting his hips just slightly, still buried inside you, still keeping you folded beneath him.

"mm, let’s go again," he murmurs, "i’m not done with you yet."

⟢ minseok

reverse cowgirl. minseok is all about control, but he also loves watching you lose yourself on top of him. he leans back, arms resting behind his head, looking effortlessly relaxed—but his eyes? sharp, dark, completely locked onto the way your body moves. he lets you set the pace at first, biting his lip as he watches you roll your hips, taking him in so beautifully, your back arching as you sink down on him again and again.

but what really drives him insane? the way your ass bounces with every move.

his jaw tightens, his fingers twitch against the sheets, his restraint hanging by a thread as he watches the way you take him—so fucking deep, so perfect. he lets out a low, appreciative groan, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips.

“shit, baby,” he rasps, his voice thick with arousal. “look at you—fuck, you’re so pretty like this.”

he watches, transfixed, letting you ride him at your own pace—until he decides he wants more.

the second he sees your thighs tremble, your rhythm faltering just slightly, his hands are on you. strong, firm, unrelenting.

his fingers dig into your waist, holding you still before slamming his hips up, driving himself deeper into you with a force that makes you cry out.

"getting tired, baby?" his voice is teasing, smooth, dripping with amusement as he watches you struggle to keep up. he pulls you back against his chest in one swift motion, his arms caging you in as he takes full control.

his hands slide lower, gripping your ass, spreading you open just to watch the way you swallow him up with every thrust.

"fuck—look at that," he groans, his voice dark with obsession. "you see how good you take me? how perfect you are bouncing on my cock?"

his fingers dig in tighter as he guides you up and down, slow, deep, precise, making sure you feel every inch. and when he hears that soft, wrecked whimper—when your body starts to tremble again, threatening to collapse—he just chuckles, breath warm against your skin.

“don’t worry,” he murmurs against your ear, his lips grazing your jaw as his grip tightens. “i’ll take care of ya.”

and then he does—grinding up into you, rolling his hips deep, making sure you feel every fucking inch of him. his fingers trail down your stomach, teasing where you’re already so sensitive, circling, stroking, pushing you closer to the edge.

"that's it," his voice turns husky, his breath ragged against your ear. "i want to feel ya come apart just like this. show me how good you can be for me."

and when you finally do—when your body locks up, your moans breaking into desperate sobs, your nails clawing at his arms— he just smirks, tilting your chin back for a deep, possessive kiss as he fucks you through it.

because with minseok? he doesn’t just let you ride him—he makes sure you fall apart on top of him.

⟢ yixing

with yixing, spooning isn’t just a position—it’s an experience. everything he does is slow, deliberate, and devastatingly deep. he loves the closeness of it—your body flush against his, your legs tangled together, your back pressed to his chest as he moves inside you, stretching you open with every slow, intoxicating stroke.

his lips never leave your skin, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your shoulder, his tongue flicking out to taste, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver. he murmurs soft praises between breathy groans, his voice low, heavy with pure, unfiltered want.

“you feel so good, baby,” he sighs, his arm tightening around your waist, pulling you even closer, like he’s trying to mold you against him.

his free hand is restless, exploring—fingertips ghosting over your stomach, teasing the softness of your skin, dipping between your thighs with an unbearable slowness. he’s not just touching you; he’s memorizing you, learning what makes you gasp, what makes your body tense, what makes you fall apart.

his voice is gentle but firm, rasping against your ear, “let me take my time with you, baby. i wanna feel all of you.”

and god, he does.

the way he rolls his hips is devastating—unhurried, deep, so precise it feels like he’s unraveling you with every slow thrust. he doesn’t just chase his own pleasure; he savors every little reaction from you, waiting, listening, learning.

he tilts his head, pressing a kiss to your temple, and then… he adjusts just slightly, just enough to hit that perfect spot inside you, the angle making your breath stutter, your fingers digging into his arm. he notices immediately.

his grip tightens, his hand sliding down your thigh to hitch your leg higher over his, holding you there as he grinds into you, deeper, more deliberate, drawing out every shudder, every desperate moan.

“yeah, that’s it,” he breathes against your ear, his lips curling into a soft, knowing smile. “let go for me, baby. let me feel you.”

and the moment he feels your body start to tremble, your breath hitching, he doesn’t stop.

he pushes you through it, dragging you over the edge with slow, relentless precision, whispering something possessive, something sweet, his voice dripping with adoration as he holds you tighter, deeper, refusing to let you go until you’re completely undone in his arms.

even after, when your body is boneless, trembling against him, he doesn’t pull away. his lips graze over your shoulder, pressing soft, lingering kisses, his fingers drawing lazy patterns over your stomach.

“i could stay like this forever,” he murmurs, voice warm, his arms locking around you, holding you close.

and he means it.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ PHEEEWWWWW!

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* masterlist ° ᡣ𐭩 . 

[justwritedreams]

Sin | Jongin

Idol!Jongin x Reader

Word count: 2.344

Genre: fluff, slight angst, smut.

Author: maari 

Warnings: MDNI!! THIS IS A +18 STORY Explict words and filthy studio sex, oral (fem receiving), sex without condom (don't do this at home), heartbroken Sehun 😞.

Note: WELL i'm proud of this one and I won't even going to deny it lol My stories with Kai are usually short so I don't fall in love with him BYE

Request: I have something we’re he’s at the studio with his s/o and they make out and end up having sex and one of the boys walks in on the (who are you pick had a crush on y/n) and gets mad because he told Kai he liked her and they argue but y/n tells x that she’s only interested in Kai

⫷ Exo Masterlist

Y/N was trying to control her smile as her body moved on its own to the beat that sounded through the studio's speakers.

"What do you think?" Jongin asked, after the preview he played for her ended.

She looked at him, smiling proudly.

“It’s different from what you’ve done before, but it’s your vibe.”

Jongin sighed, relieved. He closed the file on the computer and turned completely to face her.

“I wanted to try new things for this album.”

“You did it, I'm sure everyone will love it as much as I love it.” she winked at him, seeing him smirk.

"Thanks for being here." he got up from the chair and sat next to her on the couch, his shoulder lightly touching hers. "Means a lot."

Y/N tried to hide her huge smile while feeling the butterflies in her stomach, that's why, unable to think of what to say, she just put her hair behind her ear, looking away a little shyly.

“Well, it’s not like I can deny you anything.” she confessed, wetting her lips with her own tongue and looking back at him.

Jongin kept his eyes fixed on her, raising an eyebrow.

"Anything?" he asked, interested and she narrowed her eyes without understanding what was going on in his head. “So if I tell you that it wasn’t for nothing that I asked you to come here.”

Jongin then brought his body even closer, cornering Y/N between the couch and his strong chest. All she did was take a deep breath, unable to take her eyes off Jongin's dark iris.

He looked at her as if she were the only woman in the world and hadn't even truly touched her.

That was enough to make her tremble all over.

“I would tell you that I already imagined it.” she replied quietly, without any strength.

Not when the heat of his body covered hers so deliciously.

Y/N saw Jongin smile widely before projecting his torso forward and bringing his face to hers so that their lips met in a slow sensual dance, just like the rhythm of the preview he had played earlier.

One of his hands went to her cheek while Y/N's trembling hands went to his chest, even though it was covered by the sweater he was wearing, she felt his heart beating quickly in her palm.

The kiss that was enough to take all of Y/N's breath away was broken by Jongin as he pressed their foreheads together. When she felt his penetrating gaze on her, she opened her eyes to find complicity there. Something that made her legs feel wobbly, as always did when she was with him.

They hadn’t yet described what type of relationship they had, they were together in secret. Nobody knew they were making out in empty hallways or in each other's houses.

It was a mutual agreement, after all, what no one knew, no one ruined, but that didn't mean that the feeling wouldn't grow because Y/N was sure that with each touch Jongin made, she fell in love even faster and deeper.

She knew that trying to stop this from happening was impossible since Jongin was addictive. It was like that the first day they met and it was still like that every time they kissed.

He began another kiss, this time faster, as their tongues met again and their hands were no longer so shy, they roamed each other's bodies.

Y/N imagined it would just be another make out session they would have, her fire seemed to complete Jongin's and they couldn't keep their hands off each other, but it wasn't like that tonight.

Involved by the preview played earlier, the atmosphere in the studio became much more sensual after the kisses, which no longer seemed to be enough.

Her neck was already marked and wet from his devoted kisses on her skin when he started to lift her blouse, making her body and also her pussy combust.

Mainly because he was between her legs when he started to take off the piece of clothing, which she promptly helped him do, considering that she wouldn't be crazy enough to stop his caresses.

His big, warm hands found her breasts and she sighed loudly, feeling her belly squirm inwardly as her panties were soaked.

Jongin had that power over her, his kisses were enough to make her go out of orbit. And he knew it, so much so that his nimble fingers promptly took off the bra she was wearing and his mouth found her breasts, giving the same attention to the hot flesh that his lips and tongue gave to Y/N's mouth.

For her, controlling the moans was an impossible task that she knew she had no control over, that's why she let the studio be filled with her sounds of pure pleasure as her hips tried to rub against Jongin's.

But he was too far away and his intentions were different at that moment, Y/N felt her whole body shiver when he lightly bit the skin of her navel and his fingers found the button of her pants.

She helped him, a little clumsily, to take off her pants and he knelt on the floor, staring at the white panties she was wearing with pure thirst, his fixed eyes made her pussy tremble, yearning for what was to come.

Her panties suffered the same fate as her clothes and her eyes rolled and closed when his finger found her throbbing clit.

Her hips rolled against his hand of their own accord and he approved, starting to move at a pace so slow that it bordered on torture.

Y/N's mouth was already dry and open, her moans were more constant and when she opened her eyes again she saw Jongin bringing his face closer to her pussy.

She trembled from head to toe before feeling his lips against her hot, wet flesh, he placed a soft kiss before extending his tongue out and closing his eyes to eat her like a starved caveman.

Y/N's hand went to his hair, squeezing the strands between her fingers as she felt his wet tongue mix against her own juice that dripped from her pussy, she moaned his name over and over as it was the only thing that her brain could remember at that moment.

His tongue was precise, he knew exactly what to do and how to make her reach orgasm, he alternated between her clitoris and her hot entrance, and he murmured in approval as he felt her inner muscles contract every time he fucked her with the tongue.

But Y/N closed her legs against his face when Jongin kept his tongue on her clit while his fingers worked quickly at her entrance, going back and forth in such a delicious movement that it didn't take long for her to cum for the first time that night.

She tried to take deep breaths as she spasmed and he drank all the juice she had released.

When their hungry eyes met, Jongin's clothes were quickly removed so that Y/N's slender hands could find his hard cock, she stroked it slowly and managed to elicit a few low moans from him. She wanted to make him as ready and thirsty as she was, and she was prepared to do it with her mouth before he stopped her.

"I need you now." He pleaded and she smiled mischievously.

Jongin sat on the couch and Y/N positioned herself on his lap, he directed his dick to her entrance and the moment their eyes met again, he made her sit hard.

Y/N moaned loudly and closed her eyes, her hands resting on his shoulders as Jongin squeezed her waist with a force that would probably leave marks.

She felt his dick pulsating inside her and without being able to control her desire, she began to move.

He moved at the same pace, feeling her hot inside and tight enough for him to bite his own lip.

He helped her keep the rhythm but it didn't seem enough, it had to be faster, so he helped her move up and down on his dick and the sounds began to echo around the studio in perfect synchronization as her nails dug into his skin.

Moans, the sound of their skin slapping together, everything was so erotic and so right that it made Y/N feel dizzy.

“You take my cock so well.”

"Fuck."

Throwing her head back, she hugged him around the neck and he held her more tighter around the waist, getting up from the sofa so he could lean her against the wall. Y/N hugged his waist with her legs and their position made him enter deeper into her pussy, this time not only moans came out but also screams of pleasure.

Jongin thrust hard and deep, he went fast and Y/N felt her new orgasm form in her womb as her skin shivered and her toes trembled with excitement.

"Look at me. I want to face you while you cum on my cock.“ He placed a hand on her chin and made her look him in the eyes, without having the strength to look away.

He then took his hand off her face and brought it to her clitoris, where he made circular movements, making her scream even more and feel her whole body shake as the orgasm came strong.

“Babe…” she whispered, weak and breathless.

Seeing her so intoxicated as her cum dripped out, Jongin continued his thrusts until his body shook and his own orgasm came with force.

He moaned softly and buried his face in the back of her neck as they tried to catch their lost breath.

“If I had known this was the kind of thing you wanted to do with me in the studio, I would have come sooner.” she said, laughing and caressing the back of Jongin's head.

He laughed and placed a kiss on her skin before helping her get off his lap, Y/N felt her legs weak and leaned on his shoulder.

“I should have brought you sooner.” He responded and led her back to the couch.

Y/N lay down, tired and saw Jongin take her panties and helped her put them on, making her smile slightly at the gesture.

He put on his own underwear and Y/N was wearing her bra when suddenly the door was opened without delicacy.

“So that’s how it’s going to be.”

Y/N widened her eyes and covered her body with her arms when Sehun entered the studio furious and red.

Jongin remained standing, looking at his friend seriously.

“This is how you repay me after I shared a secret with you.” Sehun said, angry as he stood in front of Jongin.

"It wasn’t on purpose." he explained, the tone of his voice not so calm.

Sehun laughed, bitterly.

“Of course not, but it didn’t stop you from fucking Y/N right here.” he pointed towards the studio as she felt her face burn. “Right after I told you I liked her.”

Y/N felt her jaw drop and looked at the youngest without knowing what to think.

Did Sehun like her? Since when?

“And what did you want me to do, huh? Stop seeing her?” Jongin questioned, irritated. “You also know that I’m in love with her.”

She felt the corners of her mouth lift into a surprised smile.

She always imagined that but she never heard Jongin say it out loud, so hearing those words was a very nice surprise, knowing that he reciprocated her feelings.

“But I didn’t sleep with her right after.” Sehun accused, hurt and Y/N felt her heart sink.

One of the reasons why she wanted to admit what she felt for Jongin right away was precisely so that everyone would know what was going on between them, without any more secrets.

But she never imagined that Sehun also liked her and that he would be in the studio at the exact moment when she and Jongin couldn't control the need to be together in the most carnal and intimate way possible.

“Sehun.” she called him, getting up from the couch.

And he looked at her, completely hurt.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt that way.” She pressed her lips into a thin line. “If I had known, I would have explained to you earlier that I have been interested in Jongin for a long time.” He nodded silently. “It’s nobody’s fault.”

An unbearable silence fell in the studio, until Sehun sighed.

“You’re right, but that doesn’t change the fact that my friend betrayed me.”

Y/N opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out and Sehun walked away in long strides, leaving both of them with nothing to say behind.

She passed her hand over her face and looked at Jongin, he shook his head as he looked at the door.

“I think I better leave.” she announced quietly and turned to pick up her clothes.

However, he stopped her, holding her arm.

"Come to my home."

She took a deep breath before looking at him.

“Jongin, but Sehun-”

“I won’t walk away from you because of him.” he spoke firmly. "I can't anymore."

She smiled slightly.

"What do you mean?"

He smiled, moving closer to tuck her hair behind her ear and caress her cheek.

“That if being in love with you is a sin, then I will sin again.”

She bit her lower lip.

“No more sex in the studio?”

He laughed, hugging her around the waist and touching their foreheads.

“I can't promise that.” He kissed the tip of her nose, making her close her eyes. “Not after the sounds you made in here.” he kissed her cheek, purposely in the corner of her mouth. “The scenes are engraved in my head and will hardly ever fade out.”

“Then I guess we will sin together.”

[jongbross]

don't even think about other things (kim jongin x f!reader)

pairing: kim jongin x f!reader word count: 821 genre: smut warnings: mature content, p in v, riding, cursing, dirty talk?, jongin being the best boyfriend in the world a/n: wrote this some while ago. hope you all like it <3

“i got you”, jongin whispered in your ear, licking his lips before kissing your neck and sucking on your skin. you moaned at his actions.

goddamn right he did. his promise to make you oblivion to all the shit that was going on in your life? he kept it. he told you he would make you feel good, cry and shake inside his arms while fucking you so good you would even forget your own name - and he did, all of it. his arms were holding you close, pushing you down to his lap as your legs straddled him. even though you were on top of him, he still had the upper hand; jongin was still the one dictading all of your moves.

his main goal was to make you forget everything you complained about earlier. your job was overwhelming you? your boss was being an asshole? your family asked way more than what you could do for them? don’t worry, he got you. he said he would, so he did.

jongin bit your shoulder while squeezing your ass in both hands, heavenly breathing when you moaned at his touch. he looked at you, lustful eyes burning your skin as his gaze went all around your face, collarbones, chest and breasts. damn, you were so beautiful.

“i love you”, he said without even thinking, lips making their way down the valley of your breasts, sucking everything they came in touch with.

you whined, both hands holding the back of jongin’s neck and scratching his skin, making him moan against your skin. 

he couldn’t wait anymore. one of his hands let go of you, stroking his length as his grip on your waist got stronger, a silent cue for you to align your entrance. and so you did it, slowly pushing your hips down, sinking on him and taking in the sight of jongin moaning, head threw back, veins on his throat popped up.

you closed your eyes, letting go of everything and relaxing your entire body. every single muscle gave in, flat as the sensation of being filled up by jongin became too much to you. he felt you shaking, and instantly wrapped both of his arms around you again, pulling you closer to his chest.

jongin’s movements started so lightly, so careful. he bucked his hips up over and over, thrusting into you with such a teasing pace - and you didn’t need no teasing.

“baby, please…”, you whined. you pressed your body harder against his own, burying your face into his neck. “harder.”

he groaned at your words, hands now caressing your waist before grabbing it, fingers sinking on your skin. jongin started to thrust deeper, harder, faster. every time he got out and into you again you made a new sound, breathing hot against his skin, nails holding his shoulders for dear life.

your mind went blank. there was not a single problem in this world that could distract you from that moment, not a single person could make you not focus on jongin. you made a mental note to thank him later - for being so good at fucking you, so good at taking care of you; for cheerishing you, putting your well being on top of his own. for being the best partner you could ever ask for.

“look at me”, he whispered to you.

the moment you did, jongin sighed at the sight of you. he didn’t waste a single moment, locking his lips to yours and moaning against them. his movements somehow increased, fingers starting to stick to your sweaty skin. he let you take control over the kiss, deciding whether you wanted slow or fast, hard or soft.

you only broke to kiss to loudly moan jongin’s name, throwing your head back as you felt him hit your sweet spot. jongin looked at you, eyes piercing through your soul. he slid one of his hands to between your bodies, fingers quickly finding your clit and starting to make their magic upon you.

“baby…”, you managed to say.

“shhh, i got you”, he repeated. “cum for me.”

his words gave you the cue, as you came hard and loudly, whining his name over and over again, feeling the best sensation in the world washing over you. in any other moment, any other day, you would do your best to make him cum too, to feel him either inside you or all over your stomach; but tonight, you were feeling selfish enough to only care about your own pleasure.

jongin didn’t mind though. he smiled while watching you cum, movements becoming sloppier to match the way your body relaxed against him. when you sighed, laying on top of him and slightly chuckling, his smile got wider.

“you okay?”, jongin asked, after a few moments.

“i love you”, was all you could manage to reply. “i love you so much.”

you heard jongin giggling. he loved you too.

[mint-yooxgi]

Kinktober Day 24 - Yandere!Eros!Jongin + Possession & Body Worship

@stopaskinf Said: Yandere! Eros! Kai or bangchan, which calls to you, with possession and body worship. A/n: Before anyone comes at me and is like "WHAT IF THEY MEANT TXT KAI?!?!?!" I received this particular prompt before I opened kinktober to include txt. Plus, Jongin just fits the prompt so well, just the sensuality alone... oof... anyways, I hope you enjoy! I know I did heehee 🤭 Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Possession, Yandere, Monster Features Word Count: 2,580 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

White, fluffy clouds surround you all around in this beautiful paradise of his creation. High up in the sky, the sun shines vibrantly, casting its warm glow upon your skin as you rest upon the softest of cushions. A stream gently trickles nearby, white columns surrounding the sacred temple you currently reside in. 

A place only reserved for him, and now you.

Not a single other soul is around. No one to interrupt, or to disturb your peace as he finally gets to take his time with you. Just as he had planned it. Just as it has always been intended to be.

After all, his sanctuary is only meant for you.

Jongin’s touch is soft, caressing your skin as if it is the most delicate crystal he has ever had the pleasure to hold. Not an inch of you goes unexplored, devoting himself to finding out every little thing that makes your breath hitch, and your heart stutter. His hands are warm, tingles erupting beneath his fingertips everywhere he traces over your body.

He is entranced, and he is unashamed to say it.

“You are absolutely breathtaking, My Love,” He sighs out, his eyes fluttering in bliss.

A tender smile pulls at your lips, whole body heating at his honeyed words. Multiple times he has vowed to never lie to you, and given how earnestly his eyes shine with admiration and devotion for you and you alone, you believe every word that falls from his plush lips.

“The most perfect beauty I have ever had the blessings to lay my eyes upon.” He keeps his voice steady, a gentle timbre as his hands trace up the sides of your body.

Pleasant shivers run down your spine, and you find yourself arching into his touch. It’s been like this for hours now. Slow hands adorn your skin, stripping you of clothing piece by piece, and drinking in every inch of your exposed figure with the utmost care. After each piece is removed, he then starts the whole process of worshiping you over, and over again.

Soft, graceful wings flutter behind him as he strips you of your underwear. Pure white feathers flare out, his pupils dilating in adoration as he takes in the sight of you completely bare beneath him. Never has he seen such a wondrous, flawless piece of artwork beneath him, and the fact that you are his only serves to make his head spin.

“Absolutely stunning.” He whispers, completely mesmerized by you for the moment.

Carefully, you reach a hand up to cup his cheek. “I could say the same thing about you.”

Jongin’s heart positively leaps for joy inside of his chest. A tender, loving smile to mirror your own pulls at his lips, eyes clouding with that all too familiar desire and devotion the longer he goes simply staring down at you. His bare chest heaves with each breath, trembling hands back to tracing along your skin.

Again, he starts his whole process over from the very beginning.

Sliding his touch to the back of your calf, Jongin gently lifts your leg beside his head. Carefully, he places your ankle onto his shoulder, turning his head to press his lips against your skin. He lets his kiss linger, lashes fluttering in bliss at the feel of your warmth beneath his lips.

“There is not an inch of you that I do not desire.” He breathes out, slowly beginning to trail kisses up your leg. With each press of his lips, he lets his touch linger, breathing in your scent eagerly. His eyes flick upwards to your own. “You are so fucking perfect, My Beauty.”

Something deep within him purrs at the thought, his gaze darkening as he admires your pure, unfiltered form laying beneath him.

“My Beauty.” A pleased rumble shakes his chest, wings flaring lightly behind him. “All mine to admire… Mine to worship as I please…”

“Jongin-“ 

His name is but an airy gasp upon your lips, eyes hooded in bliss as he coos in content.

“That’s it, Baby,” Placing your one leg back down, he is quick to repeat the same actions to the other. “Only you get to say my name like this. Only your beautiful lips are worthy to speak it. For there is no other sound more fulfilling than that of My Beauty calling out for me, and me alone.”

The sound of his lips pressing kisses along your thigh echoes around the area, soft groans accompanying each movement. His eyes flutter shut, nuzzling into you affectionately the closer he gets towards the apex of your thighs. Just before he reaches your precious cunt, aching and dripping for him, he pulls away.

A small whimper escapes your lips, squirming beneath his touch. The way he chuckles as he slides his hands up the curves of your body has you shivering in anticipation.

You crave more, and Jongin is gladly willing to comply each and every time.

Lightly, he traces his touch over the skin of your stomach lovingly before he’s taking one of your hands into his own. Leaning in, he places a kiss onto the back of your palm, beginning the same process of trailing his lips up your arm. Again, not a single inch is left untouched, his nose tracing along your veins as he smiles against your inner forearm.

The way your free hand comes up to gently brush against the skin between his wings makes him moan. His eyes fall shut, hips jerking forward involuntarily as you begin to massage the spot on his back where his wings protrude.

“You’re not the only one who admires the other.” Your tender admission sends a jolt of pleasure racing down his spine, pride swelling inside of his chest.

“I’m all yours, My Beauty.” He nibbles lightly at the skin of your shoulder. Turning his head, he peeks up at you through his lashes, the corner of his lips tugging upwards. “Every part of me belongs to you.”

A pleased hum escapes you as you comb your fingers lightly through his feathers. “Mine.”

Immediately, his hips jerk forwards again, pressing himself right between your legs. You can feel how hard he is, cock straining against his slacks as a shameless moan tumbles from his lips.

“Yours.” The affirmation is but a pleasant sigh upon the air. “As you will always be mine, My Love.”

Your expression softens, a tender smile pulling at your features. “Yours, Jongin.”

Another pleased rumble shakes his chest, lips trailing kisses across your collarbones and beneath your neck. He nuzzles into you affectionately.

“I could never grow tired of hearing you say that.”

A playful nip is given to your opposite collarbone, continuing his path of kisses down your other arm. His one hand gently soothes over your side, holding onto you so delicately as he begins to roll his hips against your own.

The blissful sigh you let out is simply music to his ears.

Placing a lingering kiss onto your palm, Jongin soon pulls away from you. His tender gaze trails over every inch of your exposed body, taking in the sight of you spread beneath him once more. Excitedly, his wings twitch behind him, lowing himself over you in order to begin tracing his lips over the skin of your stomach.

Greedily, his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you even closer into him. His tongue comes out to lave over your skin, nosing along every dip and curve of your body. Low, pleased hums escape him, along with even more of the same sultry and sweet praises he’s been singing to you since he started this very act. Admiration is too tame a word to describe how he looks at you right now, let alone how he is treating you. What he feels for you is beyond even his comprehension, and he will spend every single day for the rest of eternity proving to you just how much you mean to him.

And, oh, how he worships you.

Slowly, his hands slide up your body, shifting to cup your breasts. An appreciative squeeze is given to your flesh, his dark eyes peeking up at you playfully as he begins to trail kisses up your body. Again, his tongue darts out to taste your skin, thumbs flicking against your nipples before beginning to gently circle over the pert buds.

Another blissful moan escapes you, eyes fluttering shut as you revel in his touch. You arch into him, hands coming up to cover his own over your breasts as he massages your flesh so tenderly. Gently, your thumbs begin tracing over the backs of his hands, squirming beneath his every ministration.

Eagerly, Jongin watches your every movement, drinking in your reactions as if you are his oasis and he has been stranded in the desert for months. His thumbs continue to circle over your nipples, squeezing your breasts together as he buries his face between them.

Taking a deep breath in, Jongin absolutely revels in your scent. A shuddering moan escapes him as he exhales, nuzzling into you affectionately.

“So soft, Baby.” He coos, lips burning a path of feather-light kisses against the swells of your breasts. “Love the feeling of you in my hands… Could worship you for hours.”

A moan slips passed your lips, hips beginning to shift beneath him. The ache in your core is almost unbearable at this point, body burning with desire and need the longer he touches you. Only, right now, you crave his touch somewhere much more intimate. Otherwise, you might just go insane.

“Want you-“ A choked whimper escapes you, pawing at him lightly in attempts to pull him further up your body. “Need you-“

You nearly let out a sob in need, your core throbbing along with every pulse of your heart. There is an innate desire to feel all of him against you, craving his touch in new ways. Ways in which you never thought possible before.

The corner of Jongin’s lips quirks upwards as he feels you beginning to shake with desire. A pride unlike anything he’s ever felt before swells in his chest, a low growl permeating the air. The fact that he has made you this desperate, this needy for him makes his head spin.

Who is he to deny His Angel?

Agonizingly slow, Jongin sinks to his knees. His hands skim down your body, wings fluttering behind him as he settles your thighs over his shoulders. Lightly, his fingertips tease over your skin, brilliant feathers tickling over your flesh as he draws in closer.

“You have me, Baby.” He breathes out so lowly, nothing but adoration dripping from his loving gaze. “You will always have me.”

With those words, he’s leaning into you. 

A chaste kiss is placed over your clit, a smile tugging at his lips as you whimper beneath his touch. Not even a moment later, his tongue comes out to part your folds, moaning shamelessly as the taste of you floods his every sense.

His eyes roll to the back of his head, pressing himself deeper into you as he loses all sense of composure. He meant to take things slow, to continue such a languid pace and show you every inch of his devotion to you. Only, the sweet nectar that drips onto his tongue intoxicates him, making him immediately crave more.

Your thighs threaten to close around his head as he suddenly buries his tongue as deeply as he can inside of you. The way he begins swirling that soft muscle around your cunt, nose pressing firmly into your clit has another moan tumbling from your lips. Each movement over you is met with pleased groans and low growls, the likes of which reverberate against your core and send pleasant shivers racing up your spine.

Jongin’s grip is the firmest it’s ever been when caressing your skin. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, wings draped over your thighs as he pulls you impossibly closer. His tongue explores every inch of your cunt that he can reach, listening closely to every hitch in your breath, and every stutter of your heartbeat. He needs to know exactly how to please you, which movements have you sighing and moaning his name the loudest.

If you aren’t trembling beneath his touch, screaming his name out in ecstasy to every corner in Olympus by the time he’s finished with you, then he truly has not accomplished anything, yet.

Eyes shining with pure devotion gaze upon you as he wraps his lips around your clit. Eagerly, he suckles at that pert little bud, flicking his tongue over it in the next second.

Moans and high pitched whines escape you, along with chants of his name. Your one hand buries itself into his hair, keeping him pressed against you as your nails scratch against his scalp. The way he moans against you each time you tug him closer lets you know that he’s enjoying this just as much as you are right now. Possibly even more.

Flattening his tongue, Jongin begins drawing circles over your clit. His hot breath fans over your cunt, wings fluttering over your thighs and causing his feathers to tickle your skin. He reaches up with his one hand, desperately seeking out your own.

You can feel that coil tightening within your lower stomach, getting closer and closer to snapping with each flick of his tongue over your clit. His name falls like a prayer from your lips, eyes fluttering shut as you eagerly meet his touch halfway.

The moment his fingers intertwine with your own, squeezing your hand so delicately, you feel yourself fall right over the edge.

With a slight hitch in your breath, your eyes are rolling as your back arches from the intensity of your orgasm. Nothing but pure euphoria floods your veins, whole body shaking as your thighs close around his head. All you can manage is desperate cries of his name, high pitched whines escaping you in tandem.

Low, pleased groans echo alongside your own. Fingers tighten in your own, holding you to him as he suckles every last ounce of pleasure from you with his lips wrapped around your clit. Soon, the tip of his tongue is flicking against that sensitive little nub, keeping you suspended in pleasure for as long as he can as he grounds you to him.

Finally, as you settle yourself back down to catch your breath, he pulls away.

“You did-“ A kiss is placed to your inner thigh. “So well-“ Another. “For me.” A pleased rumble shakes his chest, his free hand sliding lovingly over your side. “Such perfection, My Love… I could never tire of watching you come for me.”

A soft hum is all that he receives in return, not trusting your voice to speak for the moment.

Still, he continues to place tender kisses against the skin of your thigh, nuzzling against you affectionately. Something within his eyes makes your heart skip a beat when you meet his gaze. A look you’ve never seen before. One that is full of a deep, dark lust and a very primal desire.

Again, the brush of his feathers tickles the skin of your thighs.

“You are the very sky, My Angel…” He breathes out, leaning into you once more. His eyes flash, tightening his grip over you possessively. “Let me continue to paint you with the stars of my love.”

[hornydonutpost]

Title: 2am

Warning: 18+, porn without plot, pussy eating under the covers.

Sidenote: I told y'all😭, WELCOME HOME BABY😩❤️🐻

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|Kai x Female Reader|

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He gets under the cover , pull your panties off, he kisses your pussy slowly while you sleeping, you moved a little bit by moaning softly in your sleep, he begins twirling his tongue around your clit slowly, slides his tongue inside your pussy and begins tongue fucking your pussy faster, you gasp by waking up looking down and removing the cover, Kai looks up at you smirks and says "shh baby I'm home... let daddy take care of you " he goes back to sucking your clit, your eyes rolling back into your head, your moans echoing the whole room, he steady pounding his tongue inside your pussy faster and faster, you end up releasing your cum on his tongue, he kisses your neck and whispers "lay on your stomach baby", you lay on your stomach, he kisses your neck all the way to your back, he slides his big cock inside your pussy from behind and begins pounding you harder and harder and harder, you moans out "i missed you s-so much" the slapping sound gets louder, he steady pounding your pussy over and over and over again, you hold on to the pillow as he steady pounding from behind, his thrusting is faster and harder, he releases his big load of cum inside you as you released your cum on his cock, he kisses your cheekbone, "mmm i missed you too ... I been away from you too long" he says while whispering, he holds you in his arms as y'all both fell asleep.

[dilxcc]

hellooo!! can i request some boyfriend! kai headcanons?💘

boyfriend!jongin headcanons

boyfriend!jongin x reader

okay trust me when i say that he loves you to the moon and back

we all know how much of a hardworker he is but he would drop everything the second you said that you miss him

youre craving something but feel too lazy to buy or make it?

he'll make it or buy it for you.

when you feel like youre so tired and couldnt lift a finger?

dont worry, hes here to help you with everything

you suddenly want something but doesnt have the money to buy it?

he'll buy it for you

what if you guys had a fight?

he'll be pouting the whole time but try his best to be matured

when youre both finally cooled down, he will talk and say that hes sorry

also cuddles!!!

i think hes a very touchy person

if youre going out together, i think he would wrap an arm around your waist

if youre walking, he likes it when you link your arms together

but if you dont want to, you can always hold hands

but what if you dont want any of it?

fine, he understands you but he WILL make a face

personally, i think hes a REALLY jealous person

probably would ignore you or confront you if hes jealous (its a 50/50 chance)

he likes seeing you wear his clothes

dating him would be an experience

you guys would be the most fashionable couple ever

also not to forget how the whole exo members will tease him about you every chance they get

[proudahgase-exol]

♡ ᴊᴏɴɢɪɴ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ♡

Jongin x reader

-this is how I imagine Kai to be as a BF.

If you enjoy it please like and reblog ♡

He loves to watch you in silence, not in a creepy way but in a loving manner.

He talks about you to his friends, and he tells them how sweet you are to him.

He tells his mom that he's found the one he’ll marry.

He likes to match clothes, so he buys a few things for both of you.

He likes it when you wear his clothes; it makes him feel some type of way.

When it comes to you, he doesn’t have to drop whatever he’s doing to be by your side.

He’s so whipped, it’s crazy.

He likes to make you laugh. He likes to hear the sound of your laughter; it makes him happy.

He gets sad when he’s not with you; he needs to have you around at all times.

When it’s time to sleep, he likes to cuddle you. He feels safe if he has his arms wrapped around you.

He has so many pictures of you two on his phone.

He likes to go out for a walk with your hand in his

He always tells you how he’s feeling; he knows you will listen carefully and give him advice.

You are his best friend, his other half, and everyone can tell how much he loves you.

He’s really patient with you and never gets mad at you.

He's trying to make you dinner, but it doesn’t go as planned.

He teaches you how to dance to his music or exo music.

When he’s far away, he makes sure to call and text you.

[eomayas]

D appointment • kji (pt. 1)

part two can be found here.

pairing: jongin x f!reader, fwb relationship

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!! bit of fluff if you close one eye and tilt your head

synopsis: reader leaves her friends for a last minute dick appointment with a hot man

warnings: p in v, riding, against wall, facial (kinda), oral (f receiving) multiple orgasms, cocky/sweet/mean/teasing jongin! mentions of alcohol, but no drunkenness

jongin: u busy?

you smirk at your phone and down the shot sitting in front of you. “excuse me, ladies, but duty calls,” you say to your four friends, standing up and grabbing your bag off of the back of your chair.

“no! we’ve barely done shots!” your friend sana protests, grabbing onto your hands.

you stick out your bottom lip. “sorry, bae, but i really have to go,” you say, trying to pull away.

“for the what? to do what?” she questions, frowning up at you.

you can only smirk. “jongin,” you say, booping her on the nose and then pulling yourself out of her grasp. you know it’s fucked up to leave your closest friends for a dick appointment, but worse things could definitely happen, and they have to understand—it’s not just any dick, its dick that has you walking funny the next morning. “so sorry to leave like this, but dick awaits.” you say, blowing kisses to your friends before leaving the bar, their groans and sounds of disapproval be damned.

you stand on the side of the building and call an uber that arrives quickly. you hop in the back and reply to jongins message, your nails flying over the screen.

y/n: be there in 10

the entire uber ride, you check you appearance and reapply your lipgloss. it’s not that you needed to look good for jongin, but you wanted to. and to admit, you were nervous—you were always nervous every time you met jongin, even though it was multiple times a week and you’d done thing more than ten times so far. you meet him mostly at night, sometimes during the day, never in the morning, but always after 12pm. but you still managed to get jittery beforehand.

the uber pulls up to his apartment building, and you thank them and get out. you attempt to pull down your tiny poster girl dress, but it just slides back up as you walk over to the door and buzz his apartment. “y/n, is that you?” his voice asks through the intercom.

“yes. let me in, it’s cold,” you say, but there’s barely a breeze. the buzzer pops and you quickly enter the building and make your way to the elevator. the ride is quick, him only living on the third floor, and the walk is even shorter.

you knock and a few seconds later, he answers the door, in a white tank top, jeans, and hat. “hi,” you say, giving him a quick hug as you walk in.

“you look nice—what do you want to call this? is this a dress?” he asks, loosely holding your hand as his eyes roam over your figure.

“mhm,” you say, looking up at him. he licks his lips and raises his eyebrows.

“you always dress like this when you go out? or is this just for me?” he asks mockingly and your roll your eyes, spinning around on your toes to look at him. he can’t help but drop his gaze to your chest, where three giant cut outs expose your chest and the fact that you’re not wearing a bra.

“does it matter?” you ask, gently pushing his chin upwards. jongin looks you in the eye and nudges you against the all before dropping to his knees in front of you.

“guess not,” he says, pushing your dress up so it bunches around your waist. you sigh and mold your back against the wall, butterflies of anticipation in your stomach as he presses his fingers against your core, the material sticking to you for a bit. jongin wastes no time helping you out of them before dragging two fingers through your slit, and then pushing them inside you.

you sigh and brace yourself against the wall, looking down at him and biting your bottom lip. before you know it, his fingers are replaced with his mouth and you gasp, throwing a hand over your mouth and tilting your head back.

jongin licks and sucks, pressing his tongue into your hole. you drop the hand from your mouth push his hat off, tangling your hands in his hair. you pull at his roots, moaning out his name. you make the mistake of looking down at him, seeing as he’s already looking up at you, his eyes wide. your mouth falls open and you can feel him smirk against you. “j-jongin,” you pant, putting a leg on his shoulder.

he flicks his tongue against your clit and your vision goes spotty for a second. jongin feels your body tense and continues his ministrations, adding his fingers to the mix to push you over the edge. but he doesn’t let you get all of the way there, pulling away when your vision starts to blur just the way you like, and your legs feel weak.

it’s rude, and you gasp in horror. “fuck you! i was close!” you cry, your eyes never leaving him as he stands up and unzips his pants. you frustratedly put your hand between your legs, trying to get yourself off but you know that it’s not going to work since he’s already been down there, and it’s his and his mouth that you want.

“were you?” he asks, removing your hand from in between your legs and turning you around, pressing you into the wall. you close your eyes and put an arch in your back, waiting for him to push himself in. because he’s sweet, he doesn’t waste your time and pushes himself in with a grunt.

“oh, jongin!” you mewl, meeting his thrusts as he rocks his hips into you. he grips your hips tightly, giving himself more leverage with fucking into you.

“best pussy i’ve ever had, fuck,” he groans into your ear, slipping a hand between to the front of you to rub at your clit. you arch your back deeper at his words, reveling in the feeling of his hips slapping against your backside. the curve in his dick his that spot nicely, and has you seeing stars. “shit, y/n.” he says, rubbing on your clit faster.

he pounds into you, your cheek smooshing against the wall. your mouth is permanently dropped open, only sound you emit being breathy moans and his name. you lift one of your legs, that earlier feeling coming back into the pit of your stomach. jongin catches your leg, holding it up and widening his stance so he can get you back to the place he rudely took away from you.

“jongin, please, i’m c-close!” you beg, your chest heaving up and down as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. he’s nice, always has been to you, so he speeds up his thrusts. “shit, shit!” you cry out, that euphoric feeling washing over you as you release onto him.

“that’s right,” he grunts, still pounding into you, holding you securely around the waist with one arm while the other gropes your chest. “cum all over this dick, y/n. it’s yours.” jongin kisses your neck, his thrusts getting shallower as he feels himself getting closer. you shake in his grasp, the feeling too much, and you’re grateful when he pulls out and cums on your ass, his voice low as he curses.

“is your face okay?” he asks when you both take a moment to catch your breath. you face him and he turns the cheek that was pressed against the wall towards him. it’s red, but it doesn’t look like any real damage was done. “does it hurt?” he asks, dragging his finger tips across it lightly.

you shake your head and pull him close to you. “good. sorry ‘bout it,” he says, giving your cheek a kiss and then pressing one on your lips. you wrap your arms around his neck and let your mini make out session last a bit longer.

but jongins hard member rests heavily against your thigh, and you still have enough energy for another round. so he puts his hands underneath your ass and hoists you up, sliding into you easily. his strength and frame are contradicting. he’s skinny, as are his arms, so when you met him and agreed to start fooling around, you weren’t sure about wall sex, or even riding him, the fear of being dropped or hurting him too prevalent, until one night he told you stop bullshitting and showed you how much a skinny guy could do.

“fuck, jongin, you feel so good!” you hold onto his shoulders, grabbing at the hair at the nape of his neck. he concentrates on fucking you deep, his stamina decreasing quicker than he really intended. you can tell, so you say, “is that all you got?” yanking at his hair.

jongin looks up at you with a face that says i’m giving you EVERYTHING, but slides you down the wall and starts driving his hips upward, hitting that perfect spot again and making you scream out his name. “this enough for you?” he grunts, his hands holding onto you right enough to leave marks. “fuck, y/n. i need you to come.” he groans, licking his lips and squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to hold himself back from coming before you.

you push his hair out of his eyes and rub on your swollen clit with your fingers. it doesn’t take much, between your rubbing and his thrusting, to make you reach your climax, it springing on you quicker than you had anticipated. it’s not as intense as the first, but you can’t feel your legs.

jongin quickly sets you down and you fall to your knees, your legs too weak to hold you up at the moment. “open,” he says, his dick in front of his face as he pumps his hand up and down.

you do as asked, your mouth wide open and ready to take whatever he gives you. ropes of his cum land on your tongue and you keep your mouth open until he’s done. you swallow, keeping your eyes on him, and he breathes heavily as he watches you. jongin never made you swallow, and didn’t feel any type of way when you spit the first time you gave him head. but ever since the first time you swallowed his cum, he’s found a new kink for it. he likes watching you do it, it turns him on every time.

jongin helps you up onto shaky legs, one of his hands on the small of your back. “i’m not done with you yet,” he says, looking down into your eyes.

“i’m tired!” you whine, holding onto him. he shrugs and you pout, hoping it’ll change his mind.

“nah, you were talking shit to me. it’s your turn to prove yourself, ms. ‘is that all you got?’,” he says, slapping your ass. you only frown up at him and he gives you a shit eating grin. “let me see your foot.” he says, and you lift your leg up, holding onto him tightly as you wobble standing on one foot.

he puts your leg on his knee and unbuckles your heels for you. it’s weirdly intimate, and you ignore the pang in your heart as he gently pulls off your shoes, holding onto your ankle delicately. “thank you,” you say, wiggling your toes.

jongin nods and pull you close to him by the ass. he looks down into your eyes, and you feel like exposed under his gaze so you quickly close the distance between you and slide s hand up the back of his tank top. “you’re not getting out of this,” he mumbles against you, pulling away to raise an eyebrow at you.

“my legs hurt,” you say as he walks you backwards to the living room.

“aw,” he says, not a hint of sincerity in his voice. while he was sweet, he can still get competitive (and mean). jongin takes a seat on the couch and beckons you toward him, spreading his legs wide and holding onto the base of his dick.

you sigh and pull your dress off the rest of the way, and let it fall to the floor. you ignore jongins piercing gaze as his eyes roam over your naked body, and lower yourself onto his lap. you lift your hips up so you can slide him in, and your lips part as you take him from this angle.

letting out a breath, you sink lower onto him, holding onto his shoulders for support. “you’re moving awfully slow,” he says, pulling your hair.

“shut up,” you say, starting to move up and down on him. he rolls his eyes and laces his hands behind his head, looking at you lazily. “take this off.” you whine, pulling at his tank top. he obliges, and you rest your hands on his bare chest as you start to pick up the pace.

but your legs start to burn as quickly as you start, and after a few minutes, you’re practically just sitting on him, your chest pressed against his. “that’s all you got for me? you dont like me anymore?” he asks, holding you by the neck.

you shake your head. “my legs hurt!” you complain, grinding down on him. it only feels good for you, and you both know it, so he lets you do it for awhile longer before he gets tired.

“and you had the nerve to talk shit to me, but you can’t even ride me for longer than a minute,” he says, thrusting up into you harshly. you curse and try to match his pace with your own hips, but he quickly shuts that down. “you just sit there and let me take care of you.” he grunts, basically granting you to be a pillow princess for the rest of the night.

jongin keeps true to his word and manually bounces you on him, and soon you’re both cumming for the third time tonight. he proves to be officially worn out when even his arms can’t hold you much longer, and he melts into the couch.

you kiss his cheek before pulling yourself off of him, and grab your dress. you pull it on and walk down the hall to retrieve your underwear and the rest of his clothes. “you want me to drive you home?” he asks when you hand him his bottoms.

“please?” you ask, pulling on your underwear. you can’t help but collapse onto the couch, your body exhausted.

he looks down at you as he stands up to pull on his jeans, his eyebrows furrowed. “why are you resting when i did all the work?” he asks. you flip him off and he smiles.

“shut up, you didn’t even do much,” you lie. he scoffs and shakes his head at you.

“oh jongin, jongin, fuck me jongin!” he mocks, imitating how he thinks you sound.

you roll your eyes, but your cheeks burn in embarrassment. “you can make fun of me all you want, but i’m the best pussy you’ve ever had,” you say, standing up from the couch and pointedly looking him in the eye.

jongin doesn’t argue or deny you statement, just smiles to himself and watches you as you put on your heels. you can feel his eyes on you, so you don’t turn around when you ask him if he’s ready to drop you off.

he grabs his keys and jacket and you two exit his apartment. jongin wraps an arm around your waist, surprising you. “you look like bambi right now,” he says, glancing down at you.

all you can do is blush and lean into him, enjoying his embrace. you guys make it down to the lobby after a short elevator ride, and go out to the parking garage to get into his BMW.

the drive is short, and you guys make small talk the entire time. he pulls up in front of your condo quicker than you thought, and you unbuckle your seatbelt.

you open the door, ready to get out, but he stops you. “come here,” he says, pulling you back to him. you’re confused, and become even more shocked when he plants a goodnight kiss on your lips. you guys rarely kiss outside of hooking up, and when you part ways, it’s just a goodbye hug, or nothing but words.

pulling back, you’re a bit stunned but find the words to say goodnight, and your legs to let you out. you expect him to drive away when you step out of the car, but instead he waits for you to unlock your door, and honks once, as if to say goodbye, before he speeds off.

he’s just full of surprises.

[peachesvanilla]

Right where you left me

summary: it's been two years since you left Jongin at the altar. When he walked in you don't know what to do with your buried feelings coming alive.

pairing: Jongin x reader

genre: angst, childhood sweethearts to exes, bakery au, yearning

word count: 3k (not sure this is a drabble anymore)

a/n: i am finally done with this. I have written this twice, was not feeling the core emotions i wanted to feel while reading the first version. I know the request was childhood sweethearts, and I was going to write a short maybe little reminiscing themed drabble until I had that dream. I am not quite sure I articulated the feelings that well but I did give my best. Hope you like it!

Your fingers fly across the screen punching in the customer’s order. The next door neighbor, a 60 year old woman, pushes her spectacles up her nose, the glare visible behind her huge glasses. Your neck heats up in fear, she is gonna talk about it. You hope she doesn’t, it's been so long someone talked about that day that it made me believe it became history, one with the story behind the formation of this hometown. 

The hometown, now covered in the snow from the snowstorm, unable to walk properly until you are knee deep in the snow. The roads are empty, and the chances of people visiting the bakery is slim. This was the reason you accepted to look after the bakery, when mom asked. And also it's her first request in two years. 

“It’s 17 dollars.” You slid the to-go box to her. 

Her hands are slowly taking the notes out of her wallet, she counts through the dollar bills as you rearrange the pens in the pen holder making sure everything is aligned cap up. 

“You know I loved you, right?”

The pen holder slips through your hand falling on the ground with a loud clatter. Loved. Past tense. You give a feeble nod ducking down to gather the pens. 

“I have known you two since your childhood.” She continues, “he didn’t deserve it. Whatever or whoever was the reason behind your leaving, he didn’t deserve it.” 

You remain rooted in your place not wanting to face her or anyone. Hoping she goes away and leaves you alone. 

“And you have the audacity to come now.” The sudden influx of her anger made you wonder if she is thinking about that day, “the kid is finally happy. Smiling. The color in his face is slowly coming back.” She slams the counter, “why do you always ruin things?”

Your heart cracks further, the pain aching the entirety of my chest. You fist your t-shirt near your heart, sucking in air through your mouth. Why is it so hard to breathe? 

“Leave before he knows.” The chimes hanging on the door rings upon her exit, leaving me alone in the coldest afternoon. 

The suffering comes back, the long nights you spent curled upon the bed, the wet pillows, and the lonely hums of the city traffic infiltrating my room back in Seoul. No messages or calls from either your family or friends. Why would they even when you destroyed everything with your own hands? 

When you left everyone behind and made a run for your life. When your life is what you left behind. By the time you realized it, it was too late. And you didn’t have the guts to show up again. 

You pull out your phone, your hands shaking as you open the photos app. You click on the folder, the secret one you have locked up for so long. His face fills up the screen. His cozy smile, warm brown eyes, and the slight dimple on his cheek showing up as he kisses on your cheek posing for the camera. Jongin. 

Tears fall on the phone screen. You miss him. Miss him so much that it hurts. If only you could go back in time and rectify it, if only you could tell your younger self that it was going to be okay, it was okay to get married. It was okay to live under his love. And that if you walked away you wouldn’t find his love anywhere, no one comes near him. And no one is Jongin. And no one can love like him.

This is your fault. This is your doing. 

He moved on. He is happy now. You are happy that he is happy, yet it still stings. He hates you now, doesn’t he? Jongin. 

The chimes ring again, bringing you out of your reverie. Once you lock your phone, and wipe your tears, you stand up with a customer-friendly smile. 

“Welcome to–,” your words falter seeing him walk in, “—gom bakery..”

He freezes at the entrance, the cold air slipping through the open door causing a shiver run down your spine. 

He is tucked in warmly for winter, long coat dwarfing him, muffler around his neck, covering half of his face. His sharp brown eyes widen, staring back at you. The warmth you remember seeing during the long nights you spent in his arms is nowhere seen. The initial surprise fades away, mirth taking over his features. 

“It's cold, Jongin,” the girl on his left arm tugs him in by his coat sleeve. “Ugh, winters are the worst.”

Your heart squeezes in your chest. He did move on. He is happy with another girl. Tears brim up your eyes threatening to fall, and you really don’t want to cry in front of him. That chapter is over, fifteen years of love ended two years ago the minute you left him standing at the altar.

The girl tugs his coat again asking for his attention, he gives her by jerking his face towards her. She gently pats on his arm watching his crestfallen expression, “we can go back home.” 

You clasp your hands behind you, pricking on your thumb trying to numb the blinding pain in your chest with physical pain. 

He shakes his head, “I’m fine.” He holds her chin, pressing a kiss on her forehead, his muffler still covering his lips. 

You feel a trickle of liquid flowing through the ends of your thumb, grabbing a tissue and wrapping it around your bleeding thumb. You can’t do it, you can’t take it in. Are they married? Did he finally find the one who isn’t a scaredy cat and is courageous enough? 

Does he hate you with his life? Does he hate seeing you now? How can you live knowing the only man you loved, love, hates to even see you? 

“We will be quick.” She intertwines her hand with his, leading him to the counter. That should have been you. She gives a tight smile, she knows you, her eyes scanning the display. 

You fumble the red stained tissue in your hands, think of  something else, anything, the wind, the weather. The loneliness of your life roars back. God, it’s miserable. You feel like falling apart right here. 

“Excuse me,” his girl taps on the counter gently. 

“I’m sorry.” You are glad your tears aren’t falling down for once. “Are you ready to order?” 

She nods, pointing at two different cupcakes and a croissant. 

“Anything else?” 

“No.”

You nod, creating the bill, “it’s 18.”

She taps her phone on the reader. Your eyes snatch on the empty ring finger. Relief floods through your system. You sneak a glance at Jongin to find him staring back at you, studying. His eyes slowly roaming across your face reminding you of the time when you came back from a week long trip and he didn’t let you go an entire day from him. 

Your lips part as you try to breathe in, unable to look away. He tilts his head to the side, his eyes turning red. Look away. You scold yourself. 

You print the bill and rush to get their order. “To go?” 

“Yes please.” 

You neatly put the cupcakes in the to go box, wrapping it close. 

“We didn’t order the blueberry cupcake.” She informs you of the third cupcake in the box. 

You freeze in your place, watching the extra piece. Blueberry cupcake. His favourite. Fuck. You laugh nervously, “on house.” Your cheeks burn in embarrassment. What were you thinking? 

You take a quick glance at him just the way his girl does. His eyes are stuck somewhere else, his expression like a thunderstruck him. You follow his gaze, looking down your shirt. 

Fuck. Fuck.

You duck down immediately, dropping the pen holders on purpose. You tuck in the chain hanging low around your neck, the ring dancing on your shaky fingertips. The proposal ring. 

You grimace at your clumsiness. How can you let him see this? When you lied about falling in love with someone else. Your cover blew up. Fuck. 

Schooling your emotions, you stand up, now quickly getting the croissant so that he can leave. 

“I didn’t see you around,” the girl asks you, you can read the discomfort clearly on her face. 

Who would be happy to meet the ex of their boyfriend? 

“I’m visiting.” You reply curtly. “Here you go. Thank you for visiting.” 

She smiles, looking at him watching him stay rooted in his place. The muffler comes off his face, his plump pink lips pressed in a thin line as he glowers at you. 

Did he catch your lie? You beg he didn’t. You on purpose let him, or more like everyone in the town, know you moved on from him a year later. That you found someone. When you wanted him to move on, you didn’t deserve him. You couldn’t see him wasting his life away. 

“Bye.” You turn away, disappearing into the kitchen. Please Jongin, leave. 

After a few minutes you hear the chimes ringing. You heave a sigh, you weren’t sure you could look at him for one more second. Days spent telling yourself you have moved on, and Jongin is left far behind in your life. All the years you spent with him are a bittersweet memory, the one you wanna forget so it can ease the pain. But in the middle of the night you crawl to the discarded phone on the floor, opening his images, sobbing to the love that would have been the love of your life if only you weren’t ambitious. If only you didn’t want different things from life. 

You are glad your lie worked, he found someone else. Someone who could love him the way he deserves, even if that someone wasn’t you. It was fine, you could try to live with that. At least one of you is happy. 

—

No matter how much you pacified yourself you couldn’t forget them. Does he like her more than you? Does she know he likes to cuddle? Likes when you pat his head after a long day? And he can’t eat anything bitter? He hates seeing women cry? He hates keeping secrets, especially the ones kept from him even if it's a surprise? He hates having his bed empty when woke up. And his hands find yours in the middle of night tugging you in his arms. 

You tumble across the bed hoping these thoughts go away. The comparison, the analyzing of his kiss he gave her, and the ones you used to receive. You don’t think you can handle seeing him love someone more than he did you. You can’t live a life where you constantly diagnose every move of his, receive hate from the entire town, and hate yourself for something you did thinking you were protecting yourself.

You have to leave first thing in the morning. One more look at him, you will run into his arms begging for him to forgive you and take you back. And that no goals or aspirations are greater than him. You are willing to go wherever he goes. You are ready to kill a part of yourself for him. 

The tears dried up on your cheeks, you stared at the frozen window listening to the snowfall. You lift your head in alert hearing a creak, the darkness engulfs your room completely, and you have no energy left to find where your phone is. Resting your head on the pillow, your fluttering close as sleep consumes you. 

The door opens with a creak, you jolt up in the bed ready to scream. A hand cups your mouth preventing you from calling for help. And then you realize who it is. First the scent of his musk perfume dwarfs you in memories of you gifting it one day and he never looked back. His signature scent. Second the roughness of his palms, and third the sneaking in. He always snuck in every night, asking for cuddles and he promised he would leave before your parents woke up. 

Jongin.

You grab his hand from your lips assuring him that you aren’t gonna scream. The bed creaks from his weight, he settles before you, a breadth away from your face. His hands fall into his lap, his knee nudging yours over the comforter. His scent drowns all of your questions momentarily, the need to nuzzle in his chest becomes unbearable. 

“Why?” His voice is a whisper, one with the sounds of snow, you lean closer to listen. “Why, now? Two years. I waited for two years.” His angry hold on your chin jerks you up. “I was happy. With her.” His fingertips press into your cheeks, a jab of pain coursing through your body. “And then you came in.” 

His hands trail to your neck searching for your chain, he tugs on it holding on to the ring once it is out of your shirt. “And I see this. Someone who moved on won’t be wearing the ring her ex proposed with.” 

A flash of light from the window illuminates your room. His eyes are red, tears brimming. He is closer than you could feel, his lips hovering over yours. Pain, and hurt in his words crumbles your insides. You destroyed a man who gave you nothing but love. 

“Jongin…” You hold on to his cheek. He flinches away from your touch. You drop your hands to your lap, curling them. “I’m sorry.. I didn’t expect you to come to the bakery. I am really sorry.”

He lets out a laugh. “Sorry.” He lets go of your chain. “Do you think sorry can fix me?”

You reach out for his hands in his lap. “Jongin.. Please,” your voice trembles from suppressing a cry. 

“A sorry for leaving me on the altar–” you feel wet drops falling on your hands “–leaving me? After fifteen years of love? Sorry can fix my endless nights of tossing around wondering what did I do to deserve this from you? You, who knows me in and out, the one who sailed through ebbs and flow, and still you left me.” 

“I–” 

“I was lonely!” He spats, pushing you away. “I was lonely, I was going crazy. I couldn’t get out of bed, I couldn’t even brush. And you were in a city, posting pictures of how beautiful your life was there. I was dying here. Anywhere I go all I see is you.” 

“I’m sorry.” A sob escapes your lips. “I am really sorry, Jongin.”

“And I got to know you found someone else.” His voice is shaky, “I couldn’t believe it. You, my baby, in love with someone that is not me? I can’t believe it. I waited, and waited, hoping and dreaming you would realize that it was me all you needed. And you never came. Did you forget me?”

You are conflicted. Should you confess or let him believe that you moved on. He has a girl, he moved on and no one has to know that all of your acts are a lie, and you were miserable in the new city, and you were slowly dying. But you couldn’t go back to him, not when he couldn’t even grasp your feelings then. 

“It took me time,” you lie, “but I started liking other things.” 

“Liar.” He grabs your chain, pulling you in. “Tell me more lies.” He nuzzles his nose into your cheek, his lips brushing over yours. “Tell me.”

Your brain short circuits at the proximity. It’s been so long, the feeling of him is driving you crazy. Your eyes flutter shut, “I don’t love–” 

He crashes his lips on yours, drowning your lies. He nips and bites your lower lip. “And?” He whispers in between. 

“I’m serious,” you pant, “I have a boyfriend back home.”

“What did you say to him when he asked about this ring?” He rests his forehead on yours. “What lie did you create now?” His hand slips under your tee, holding on to your waist. 

You stare at his lips, listening to his heavy breaths. The kisses and his touches cracked your brain wiring, the need inside you absolutely feral. You want him. You need him. His question is not registering in your mind as your hands slip around his waist in a habit. He sucks in a breath, moving back sitting on the bed comfortably allowing you to sit on his lap. 

You settle on his lap, peppering kisses on his neck, gripping his hair. You missed him. Missed the feel of his arms around you. You inhale his scent, happy pheromones releasing inside you. Home. You are finally home. 

His hand spreads in your hair, tugging at your strands pulling you away from his neck. “Answer me.” He tugs it hard, “what did your boyfriend say when you had my ring on you while he fucked?” 

“I—” It stings when he pulls your hair harder. 

“Did he touch you?”

He pulls you closer, your fingers brush his tear stained cheeks. Your heart aches knowing you were the reason for his pain over the years. 

“Why does it matter to you?” Your voice is a whisper, “this is wrong, Jongin.” You touch is his lips one last time, some sense coming back to you. “You have a girlfriend. She seems sweet.” 

You press your knees on bed, attempting to slide off of him. He tugs you back, shaking his head. 

“Jongin..” tears fall down incessantly on your cheeks. “Please. Stop making it hard.” 

“I broke up with her.” He confesses, his lips at your neck. “I don’t have anyone. I can’t have anyone else.” He grips your back in a tight hold, “you don’t know how much I hate you. I wanted to kill you when I saw you and also,” he hesitates, “I wanted to hold you, feel you.” 

He cups your cheek, “you are rooted in my life, my soul. No one is you. No one can love me like you do. I want you back, even when you left me alone. I was an ass. I shouldn’t have rushed you. It was my mistake too. Please come back to me.” 

[h-uka]

Im back!!! And mr Rover tho 🤎

[baekhyunsbestie]

girl hear me out ‼️

how the exos react when they see you… play w yourself? 🫠🥵

exo x f!reader ; ty for this spicy req nonnie babie <3333333

content: 18+/mdni 5.1k+ words. explicit language. established relationships. voyeurism. mild humiliation kink. power dynamics. dirty talk. pet names. light degradation. teasing. filthy praise. mutual masturbation (sehun omGGGG). overstimulation. sensory play. edging.

⟢ jongin

the door creaks open.

“hey baby, i’m home—”

he stops.

the sound of his voice shatters the silence, and your entire body locks up.

fuck.

your breath catches, the pleasure that had been coiling in your belly instantly snapping into something else—shock, panic, raw, pulsing heat.

your fingers freeze in place. your body tenses.

your heart is pounding, slamming against your ribs, so loud you swear he can hear it.

you were so close. so lost in it, wrapped in the slow, building pleasure, drowning in it—so deep that you hadn’t even heard him come in.

but now?

now, he’s here.

watching.

jongin stands in the doorway, one hand clenched around the doorknob, the other still gripping his phone, his entire body frozen mid-step—stuck between hesitation and realization.

his expression is unreadable, his dark eyes dragging over you in a slow, deliberate sweep, taking in everything.

the way your chest rises and falls in uneven breaths.

the sheen of heat still clinging to your skin.

the trembling in your thighs that betrays just how deep into it you were.

his silence is suffocating, thick with an unspoken tension that coils tighter with every second he just stands there.

your breath catches.

heat rushes up your neck, shame wrapping around your ribs like a vice, crashing over you in heavy, suffocating waves.

your body reacts on instinct.

move. hide. disappear.

but the moment your fingers twitch toward the sheets—before you can even think about yanking them over yourself—

he moves first.

his lips curl.

slow. knowing. lethal.

the kind of smirk that doesn’t just see through you—it sees into you.

shit.

“you expect me to just stand here and watch?”

his voice is low—thick, weighted, dripping with something dark and hungry.

the air shifts, suddenly too hot, too heavy, too thick, wrapping around you like a second skin, making your breath stutter in your throat.

your entire body burns.

his name barely makes it past your lips, voice weak, trembling, unsure.

“i—”

you don’t even know what you’re trying to say. an excuse? an apology? a plea?

but it doesn’t matter.

because he moves.

slow. deliberate. calculated.

the soft click of the door shutting behind him feels final. like a lock turning. like a decision already made.

his head tilts slightly, dark eyes tracing over every inch of you, his gaze heavy, consuming, like he’s already imagining how you’ll come undone beneath him.

like he’s deciding where to start.

his fingers drop to the buckle of his belt, toying with it, his smirk never wavering. never softening.

“nah, baby,” he murmurs, taking another step forward, his voice a slow, lazy drawl—amused. teasing. dangerous.

“you don’t get to act shy now.”

his knee presses against the edge of the bed, sinking slightly into the mattress as he looms over you.

he’s too close. too much.

his presence fills the space, thick and all-consuming, until it’s the only thing you can feel, the only thing you can breathe.

you don’t move. can’t move.

his lips hover just above your ear, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skin—hot, teasing, intoxicating.

“since you already got started without me…”

his voice is low, a slow, deliberate drawl, dripping with mocking amusement.

his fingers lift, tracing the curve of your jaw, soft, teasing, possessive, tilting your face up until you’re forced to look at him.

nowhere to hide.

no escape.

only him.

his smirk deepens, dark eyes flickering downward—straight to where your hand still lingers between your thighs.

you should pull away. you should close your legs, turn away, do something.

but your body betrays you.

your fingers twitch, hesitating.

your thighs tremble, still aching for more.

his smirk widens.

“i think it’s only fair,” he murmurs, his voice smooth, smug, dangerous, “that i help you finish.”

his fingers slide in, replacing yours.

hotter. crueler. devastatingly better.

your breath catches—sharp, broken.

his control is maddening. he doesn’t rush, doesn’t give in to urgency.

instead, he takes his time.

dragging it out. making you beg. making you his.

⟢ chanyeol

the moment he steps into the room, he freezes.

his hand tightens around the doorknob, knuckles going white as his gaze locks onto the sight in front of him—you.

sprawled out on the bed, legs parted, fingers buried deep between your thighs. your body writhing, breathy little whimpers spilling from your lips, eyes squeezed shut as you chase your high.

fuck.

for a second, he just stands there, blinking, like his brain is short-circuiting.

like he’s struggling to process the fact that his girl is lying there, touching herself, completely lost in pleasure—without him.

and that?

yeah, that’s not gonna fly.

“you really couldn't wait for me, huh?”

his voice comes out lower than he expected, gravelly, dripping with something dangerous.

your entire body jolts, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as your head snaps up.

“ch-chanyeol? i-i didn’t hear you come in—”

his eyes drag over you, slow, deliberate, drinking in every ruined inch of you.

your thighs still twitching. 

your chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. 

your fingers, still coated in your own slick.

fucking hell.

you already look wrecked, and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

“please, continue.”

he steps closer, slowly, deliberately, savoring the way you shudder under his gaze.

like a predator closing in on his prey.

“since you were so eager to do it without me…”

he smirks, tilting his head, watching the way your fingers hesitate between your thighs.

“finish what you started.”

your breath catches.

“i—”

his tongue flicks out, swiping over his bottom lip as he watches you struggle.

teasing. taunting. testing you.

“what?” his voice is deep, laced with amusement.

“you were just so into it a second ago.”

his gaze is relentless, unyielding, burning straight through you.

“don’t get all shy now.”

your entire body flushes, heat spreading across your skin like a wildfire.

but the way he’s watching you—waiting—daring you to keep going...

it’s too much.

your fingers tremble, but you do it.

hesitant, slow, just a little embarrassed, but when you touch yourself again—

he groans.

low and deep in his throat.

like watching you is physically affecting him.

“fuck,” he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair, the muscles in his jaw tensing.

he doesn’t even hesitate.

his hands move to the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head in one swift motion, tossing it aside carelessly.

your breath catches as your eyes trail over him—broad shoulders, toned chest, the deep ridges of his abs, the sharp dip of his v-line disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans.

his fingers work quickly, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants, freeing himself.

“goddamn,” he mutters, palming himself, already so achingly hard.

“you're gonna make me lose my fucking mind.”

before you can react, he’s climbing onto the bed, hovering over you, his body radiating heat.

his eyes burn with something wild. something primal.

he watches your fingers move against yourself, his lips parting slightly, his breathing heavier.

and then—his hand wraps around your wrist.

firm. possessive. grounding.

“lemme help, baby,” he murmurs, brushing your hand away to take over.

his fingers replace yours, slipping between your folds, teasing, exploring.

“since you clearly need me so bad.”

you’re completely at his mercy now.

⟢ sehun

he was just coming to grab his phone charger.

but when he steps inside and sees you, everything stills.

his breath. his movements. his entire body.

holy shit.

the lazy, indifferent air that usually surrounds him is gone. in its place, something sharper. darker. hungrier.

his expression shifts, amusement flickering in his eyes as they darken, dragging over your bare skin, the way your chest rises and falls in sharp, uneven breaths.

the way your thighs tremble, still parted, still aching.

caught. helpless. ruined.

“tsk.”

the sound clicks from his tongue, disappointed. teasing. entertained.

you barely have time to react before he’s moving closer.

your pulse jumps. panic and heat war inside you as you scramble to yank the sheets over yourself, but before you can, his fingers wrap firmly around your wrist.

stopping you. grounding you. owning you.

“don’t.”

his voice is low. steady. final.

your breath catches, heart pounding in your chest.

his grip is warm, firm, inescapable.

he tilts your chin up with his other hand, forcing you to meet his gaze.

your stomach flips at what you see there—control. amusement. something more dangerous simmering beneath the surface.

his thumb brushes your bottom lip, voice silk and steel as he murmurs:

“keep going.”

your pulse stutters.

“w-what?” your voice barely makes it out.

his smirk deepens. slow. devastating.

“i said, keep going,” he repeats, his grip on your wrist tightening just slightly—a warning, a command.

“i wanna see how desperate you are before i touch you.”

your entire body burns.

heat curls in your stomach as you lower your trembling hand back between your thighs, your fingers brushing against the soft pink silicone of your favorite toy.

sehun sees it, and his smirk twists into something even darker.

“that one, huh?” he muses, stepping back just slightly, his arms crossing as he settles in to watch.

“figured you'd use that pretty pink one when i'm not around.”

your breath shudders.

his words shouldn’t make you hotter, wetter, needier. but they do.

with shaky hands, you press the toy back against yourself, the first buzz sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through you.

your legs twitch, and sehun chuckles, tilting his head.

“good girl,” he murmurs. “just like that. don’t be shy, baby, let me hear you.”

your lips part as a soft moan slips free, hips rolling against the vibrations.

“fuck,” he exhales, eyes glued to you.

but then—he moves.

his hands drop to the waistband of his sweats, loosening them.

your breath stutters as he shoves them down just enough, his boxers slipping along with them, freeing his already aching length.

your stomach tightens.

he wraps a hand around himself, slow, lazy strokes, matching your pace.

his jaw tightens, a quiet groan slipping past his lips.

“shit, baby,” he mutters, voice deeper now, rougher. “you really were desperate, huh?”

your fingers tighten around the toy, the pleasure building, coiling tighter, hotter, deeper.

sehun notices.

his strokes speed up, his breathing heavier, his free hand moving to grip your thigh.

"you’re close," he murmurs, watching the way your body tenses, trembles.

his thumb brushes over your knee, almost gentle, almost cruel.

“let me hear you, baby. tell me how good it feels.”

“so—so good,” you gasp, legs trembling.

his smirk deepens, his strokes getting sloppier.

“that’s it,” he groans, eyes flickering between where the toy is pressed against you and the way your lips part with every moan.

“cum for me, baby,” he whispers, voice dripping with control, command, absolute possession.

“cum while i watch you fall apart.”

and you do.

the pleasure crashes over you, your back arching, your thighs quaking as the orgasm rips through you.

sehun groans, watching every second, every shudder, every moan.

his grip tightens, his pace stutters, and then—

“ah—fuck,” he growls, breath hitching, head tipping back as he follows you over the edge.

your body twitches, your breathing ragged, still caught in the aftermath of pleasure.

sehun licks his lips, eyes still locked on you.

his thumb swipes lazily over your sensitive, overstimulated skin, his smirk returning.

“next time?” he exhales, leaning down, his lips brushing your ear.

“that toy’s staying in the drawer.”

⟢ kyungsoo

the room is dim, the only light coming from the soft glow of your laptop screen. the air is thick, heavy with something intimate, something forbidden—something that shouldn’t have been interrupted.

but it is.

the door clicks open, and you freeze.

your fingers instantly still, your breath catching in your throat.

kyungsoo stands at the threshold, silent, unmoving, unreadable. his dark eyes flick to the screen first, and that’s when you see it—recognition. his jaw tightens, his lips part slightly, and his gaze shifts to you.

you’re sprawled out, legs trembling, still holding the toy between your thighs.

still playing the video.

his voice. his hands. his body.

the kyungsoo on the screen is behind you, voice thick with pleasure as he murmurs filthy things into your ear, his hands gripping your waist. it’s one of the videos from your hidden folder—the one you made in that hotel room, the one where you begged for him over and over until your voice was raw.

and now, kyungsoo—the real kyungsoo—is watching you watch him.

his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, slow and deliberate.

“you couldn’t wait for me?”

his voice is low, deceptively calm, but there’s a dangerous edge to it.

your face burns as you scramble to shut the laptop, but his voice stops you.

“don’t.”

it’s not a request.

your body tenses, eyes flickering up to meet his. he’s still by the door, arms crossed, but there’s a shift—something dark, something possessive coiling beneath his controlled exterior.

“start it over.”

your stomach flips. “w-what?”

his gaze doesn’t waver. “i said, start it over.”

your fingers tremble as you drag the cursor back to the beginning of the video.

the screen flickers, and suddenly, it’s you again. your moans, your hands grasping at his back, the wet sounds of skin against skin.

kyungsoo watches, completely still, his breathing deep and controlled. then, his eyes lower—to you.

“keep going.”

your breath stutters. “kyungsoo, i—”

his head tilts slightly, dark eyes narrowing.

“you started without me. now finish.”

a shiver racks your spine.

you hesitate for only a second, but the way he’s looking at you—like he’s waiting, like he’s testing you, like he wants to see how far you’ll go—has you reaching for the toy again.

your fingers tremble as you press it back against yourself.

the first vibration makes you gasp, thighs twitching, and kyungsoo notices everything. the flicker in your expression. the way your body responds. the way you try to contain your sounds as the video plays in the background.

his eyes stay locked onto you, but his fingers twitch at his sides.

“you do this a lot?” his voice is smooth, but there’s something dangerous beneath it.

You shake your head, breathless. “n-no.”

“liar.”

your stomach clenches.

on the screen, his voice cuts through the room—a deep groan, a curse, the sound of him thrusting deeper.

your entire body trembles.

kyungsoo’s eyes darken. he’s watching everything.

“faster.”

your breath hitches. “kyungsoo—”

his jaw clenches, and he steps closer.

“you wanna cum, don’t you?” his voice is softer now, but no less commanding.

your fingers twitch, and he notices.

“you were close before i got here,” he murmurs. “weren’t you, sweets?”

you nod, barely holding yourself together.

“then don’t stop now.”

your entire body tightens, your thighs trembling as you obey. the toy moves faster, the pleasure building, mounting, suffocating—and he watches every second of it.

kyungsoo doesn’t touch you.

doesn’t need to.

his presence alone—his dark, knowing eyes, the deep timbre of his voice, the weight of his control—is enough to unravel you.

the pleasure builds and builds, coiling tight in your core, a burning, aching need that pushes you closer, closer—until finally, it snaps.

your body jerks, back arching, thighs quivering as the orgasm rips through you. a choked moan spills from your lips, and you barely manage to catch your breath before—

kyungsoo moves.

finally.

his hand grips your chin, firm but controlled, tilting your face up until your dazed, wrecked eyes meet his.

and fuck, his gaze.

dark. heavy. intense.

like he’s memorizing the way you come undone for him. like he’s already planning the next time.

“that’s my good girl,” he murmurs, voice low, deep, possessive.

before you can catch your breath, his tongue swipes up your bottom lip, slow and deliberate, tasting the shaky, desperate whimper that slips from your throat.

your pulse jumps, heat surging through your already sensitive body.

when he pulls back, his eyes flick down—not at your trembling thighs, not at the way your chest still rises and falls in sharp gasps.

but lower.

to the tent in his grey boxers, where a dark spot of precum stains the fabric.

he exhales slowly, jaw tight, muscles flexing as he peels off his white tee, tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

your breath catches.

the soft glow of your laptop screen casts shadows over the lines of his body, highlighting every ridge, every muscle, every sharp dip of his toned stomach.

but your eyes keep drifting lower.

the way his sweats hang low on his hips, how the thick outline of him strains against the fabric of his boxers.

how much he’s already aching for you.

kyungsoo watches you, watches your gaze dip lower, watches the way your thighs instinctively press together despite the way your body is still trembling.

a slow, satisfied smirk curves at the corner of his lips.

“you really think we’re done?” his voice is smooth, calm—too calm.

your breath stutters.

his fingers hook into the waistband of his sweats, pushing them down in one slow, fluid motion, his boxers following right after.

and when he steps forward, pressing hot, solid, burning skin against your still-sensitive body, his hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing over your lip.

“you made a mess of yourself for me,” he murmurs, tilting his head, his mouth hovering just over yours.

“now let me return the favor.”

⟢ junmyeon

he blinks.

once.

twice.

his lips part, but no words come out at first.

then, after a slow exhale—

“oh.”

your stomach plummets.

your entire body burns with humiliation as you scramble, yanking the sheets up to cover yourself, as if that could somehow erase what he just saw.

as if that could make it go away.

your heart is pounding, a frantic, erratic rhythm that drowns out everything else.

“i—i can explain—”

suho exhales slowly, rubbing the back of his neck, his jaw tight. tense.

“explain what?”

his voice is calm. too calm. dangerously calm.

but his eyes?

his eyes tell a different story.

dark. sharp. heated. hungry.

his gaze drops, flickering down to where you’re still clutching the sheets, hiding what he already saw.

what he already knows.

“explain how you’re touching yourself thinking about me?”

oh fuck.

your breath stutters, your grip tightening around the fabric, but before you can even think of an answer, he moves.

he steps closer, his presence heavy, intoxicating, overwhelming.

you don’t move. can’t move.

his fingers brush against your wrist, the touch so light, so teasing, so effortless—but it sends a fresh wave of heat rolling through your already trembling body.

your thighs press together, a futile attempt to calm the ache between them, but his eyes catch the movement.

he sees everything.

his lips curve into a small, knowing smirk.

“baby,” he murmurs, voice smooth, dipping into something lower, deeper, more dangerous.

“you don’t have to do that yourself, ya know?”

his thumb traces lazy circles over your pulse, feeling how frantic, how desperate it is beneath his touch.

his voice dips, softer, teasing.

“that’s my job.”

before you can process what’s happening, his hand moves.

the sheets are torn away, discarded, leaving you exposed beneath him.

his fingers trail down, over your stomach, lower, lower—until they brush against your still-sensitive core.

you shudder. gasp.

“so wet,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you.

his fingers slip between your folds, slow, deliberate strokes, just barely touching you, teasing.

“you got this worked up all by yourself?”

you whimper, hips instinctively rolling into his touch, desperate for more.

“answer me, baby.”

your breath is uneven, every nerve in your body on fire.

“y-yes,” you gasp.

suho exhales sharply, a soft chuckle slipping past his lips, but his fingers don’t stop.

if anything, they slow down.

“bet you were picturing my hands instead of yours.”

his fingers finally press in deeper, curling, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through you.

your head tips back, a broken moan falling from your lips.

“oh?” his smirk deepens, his tone dipping into something more satisfied. pleased. knowing.

“that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

your thighs tremble as the pleasure climbs, builds, intensifies, your body completely at his mercy.

“jun—”

his thumb brushes over your clit, and your words cut off into a whimper.

“shhh,” he soothes, his other hand sliding up to cup your jaw, tilting your face toward him.

forcing you to look at him.

his forehead nearly brushes against yours, his breath warm against your lips as his fingers work you faster, deeper.

“look at me when you cum, baby,” he murmurs, voice dropping to something silky, sinful, commanding.

“wanna see exactly what i do to you.”

and when your orgasm finally crashes over you, when your body tenses and trembles beneath his touch, when your moan breaks apart in his name, he watches it all.

memorizes it. savors it. owns it.

his fingers slow, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure before he finally pulls away.

you’re still shaking, your breath still ragged, but his touch remains—his fingers tracing soft, lazy circles over your overstimulated skin.

his lips brush against your ear, his voice a satisfied hum.

“next time?”

his tongue flicks against your earlobe, teasing.

“just wait for me, baby.”

⟢ baekhyun

baekhyun swears he feels something in him fracture—a jagged, searing break that splinters straight through his chest the moment he steps into the bedroom.

and sees you.

spread out on the bed, bathed in the low, hazy glow of the bedside lamp, your head tipped back against the pillows, lips parted around soft, breathy moans that make his cock throb in his jeans. but it isn’t for him. not for his fingers, his mouth, his cock.

no, it’s for that.

the tiny, pulsing toy nestled between your trembling thighs, the rhythmic buzz of it filling the room, echoing alongside the quiet whimpers slipping from your lips. your fingers grip it like a lifeline, knuckles whitening as your hips roll, chasing something he should be the one giving you.

a muscle in his jaw ticks. something dark coils inside him, a mix of possessiveness and simmering irritation.

he doesn’t hesitate.

“well, well, well. what do we have here?”

his voice is smooth as silk, deep and rich, yet dripping with something venomous—jealousy wrapped in velvet.

your eyes snap open, a sharp gasp catching in your throat. your grip falters, but the vibrator keeps going, relentless against your swollen, sensitive flesh. baekhyun watches with narrowed eyes, drinking in the way your thighs tremble, the way your breath stutters in your chest as his presence fully registers.

“b-baekhyun—”

he doesn’t let you finish. doesn’t let you explain. instead, he moves. a slow, deliberate stride toward you, the weight of his gaze pinning you in place. his fingers wrap around the toy—your precious little lifeline—and pluck it from your grasp without effort. your lips part in protest, eyes wide, a petulant whine slipping past them as he studies the thing between his fingers like it personally offended him.

and then—he tosses it aside.

like it’s nothing.

like it never mattered.

“h-hey!” your voice is high-pitched, laced with frustration. “i wasn’t—i wasn’t finished yet!”

baekhyun clicks his tongue, the sound thick with condescension. he doesn’t look the least bit apologetic. if anything, he looks amused.

“oh, i know you weren’t, sweetheart.” he smirks, watching as your thighs press together instinctively, your body still wound tight from the high that was just within reach. “but, baby, were you really about to cum without me? without my fingers stretching you open first? without my tongue teasing you, getting you all soft and wet for me?”

you glare at him, heat flushing up your chest, but it’s impossible to ignore the way your breath shudders at his words, how the ache between your legs only intensifies under his scrutiny.

“i have something much better for you,” he purrs as he crawls onto the bed, settling between your legs with unbearable ease. his warmth sinks into you, hands gripping your thighs, spreading you open beneath him. his lips ghost over your inner thigh—soft, teasing kisses that leave a scorching path in their wake. his fingers dig in, kneading, possessive.

he glances up at you, amusement flickering in the darkness of his gaze. “so, baby,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your sensitive skin, sending a shiver up your spine, “what’s it gonna be? hmm?”

his voice is thick, dripping with promise.

“my tongue?” a teasing lick just there makes your breath hitch.

“my fingers?” his hand trails upward, fingertips barely grazing over your slick heat before pulling away.

“or do you want my cock instead?” the last words are spoken like a temptation, a promise, a guarantee of ruin.

the choice is yours, but it’s not really a choice at all—because once he’s done, once he’s wrung every last cry and moan from your lips, once he’s torn you apart and put you back together with nothing but his mouth, his hands, and his unyielding determination to remind you exactly who you belong to—

those toys?

they’ll be nothing more than a distant memory.

⟢ minseok

his smirk.

that’s the first thing you see.

slow. knowing. dripping with amusement.

he leans against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, exuding the kind of effortless dominance that makes your stomach tighten. his gaze pins you in place, dragging over your body—your parted lips, the way your thighs are still twitching, the way your chest rises and falls as you struggle to catch your breath.

he caught you. completely. utterly. helplessly.

“that desperate, baby?”

his voice is low, filthy, teasing in a way that makes your skin burn.

your breath catches, your stomach drops, and panic flares through you as you scramble to yank the sheets over yourself.

but he’s faster.

before you can so much as blink, he’s on you.

strong hands. firm grip. unshakable control.

his fingers wrap around your wrists, yanking them away, pinning them down against the mattress with ease.

“mm, no,” he hums, voice dripping with amusement.

his grip tightens, just enough to make your pulse jump.

“that’s not how you do it, baby.”

he pushes you down, his weight settling between your legs, the heat of his body pressing into yours. he’s so close. too close. but not close enough.

his breath brushes over your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“if you’re gonna touch yourself thinking about me…”

his knee nudges between your thighs, spreading them wider.

his lips graze over your jaw, not quite kissing, just teasing.

“...at least do it right.”

your breathing is ragged, chest heaving as his hands wander.

one hand trailing down your stomach.

the other pinning you still, making sure you don’t move.

his fingers ghost over your skin, featherlight, tantalizing.

“let me teach you,” he whispers, his smirk pressing against your throat.

“let me show you how good it feels when you do it my way.”

his fingers slide lower.

his grip tightens.

his voice drops to something almost dangerous.

“and this time…”

his tongue flicks over the pulse at your neck, teasing, hot, deliberate.

“you don’t get to finish until i say so.”

⟢ yixing

your breath comes in shaky gasps, your body thrumming, heat coiling tighter and tighter in your belly.

you’re so close.

your fingers work quickly, desperately, rubbing slick, frantic circles against your swollen clit, your legs trembling as the pleasure builds—higher, hotter, almost too much.

just a little more—just a little more.

and then—

the door opens.

fuck.

your entire body jolts, a startled gasp escaping your lips as your head snaps up.

yixing.

he stands frozen in the doorway, his dark eyes locked onto you, lips parted just slightly—like he just walked in on something forbidden. intoxicating. devastatingly hot.

his gaze flickers down, taking in everything.

the way your fingers are still pressed against your soaked folds, the way your body still quivers, trembling from how close you had been.

your stomach drops, embarrassment crashing over you like a tidal wave.

“yixing, i—”

“no need to explain yourself, sweetheart.”

his voice is soft, but firm.

your breath stutters.

“keep going.”

your brows furrow, heat creeping up your cheeks. “huh?”

he takes a slow, deliberate step closer, letting the door click shut behind him.

his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, watching you. calculating. deciding.

“don’t stop now, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low, knowing, teasing.

“you were so close.”

your stomach flips, the burn of embarrassment warring with something hotter, deeper, dirtier.

his eyes never leave yours as he lowers himself onto the bed, settling between your legs.

too close. too much. too overwhelming.

his lips curve into a lazy smirk, eyes flicking down between your thighs.

“so pretty,” he murmurs. “all soaked for me.”

a sharp, embarrassed whimper leaves your throat, and he just smirks deeper.

“keep going, baby,” he urges, his fingers dragging slow, teasing strokes up and down your thighs, his touch featherlight.

“wanna see you get yourself there again.”

your body shudders, still aching, still needing.

your fingers find your clit again, tentative, hesitant, embarrassed.

his eyes darken.

“more,” he exhales, “i want you as desperate as you were before i walked in, angel.”

your fingers press down, working slow but steady, trying to chase the pleasure you had lost.

yixing hums, watching intently, his head lowering until his lips graze the inside of your thigh.

you twitch.

his smirk returns.

“so sensitive,” he murmurs, lips pressing soft, teasing kisses along your inner thigh.

his fingers press against your skin, holding you still, holding you open.

“feels good?” he murmurs, nipping at the sensitive skin, sucking just enough to leave a faint mark.

your breath hitches.

“y-yeah. so good,”

his teeth scrape lightly, his tongue flicking out to soothe the sting.

“good girl.”

his lips trail higher, his breath hot against your skin as he watches your fingers slick with your arousal.

“you look so fucking pretty like this,” he murmurs.

his teeth sink in just slightly, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain through you.

your fingers move faster, circling your clit, thighs trembling as the pleasure climbs again.

yixing hums against your skin, his breath hot, teasing, knowing.

“that’s it, baby,” he murmurs.

“cum for me.”

his teeth scrape against the softest part of your thigh, his fingers digging into your flesh, his voice low, hypnotic, filthy.

“cum for me like a good girl.”

and you do.

pleasure slams into you, your body arching, your mouth falling open in a choked, broken moan.

yixing groans softly, his grip tightening as he holds you through it, watching every shake, every tremor, every twitch of your thighs as you unravel for him.

he licks his lips, watching the way your body twitches, your breath still ragged, your clit still aching.

his smirk turns dangerous.

“‘kay,” he breathes, his fingers spreading you open.

“let’s see if you can cum again for me.”

before you can catch your breath, his lips lock around your still-sensitive bud, his tongue lapping, flicking, teasing.

you’re fucked.

[iridescentxstars]

Helloooo! Omg omg! I miss Jongin so much 😭😢 How about panther hybrid jongin as your co-worker being jealous/sad that you interact less with him. So he confesses how he feels about you. Kink: praise/worship, dom-you, sub-him. Dialogue: "I could make you feel better", "Jealousy is not a word I'm familliar with". Thank you. 🥰

panther hybrid!jongin x fem!reader || dialogue: "i could make you feel better" + "jealousy is not a word i'm familiar with" || kinks: praise/worship, dom/sub, oral || warnings: no warnings because this has been the most wholesome~ || wc: 615

please remember this is all fictional. this work is NSFW and contains SMUT, if you are under 18+ DO NOT INTERACT

“It’s so cute that you are jealous,” you smile softly, head tilted to the side as Jongin finishes confessing to you. He has been getting more and more frustrated with the fact that you seem more interested in everyone else but him. It’s not really on purpose, you just notice he’s not been needing your help as much but since he’s so pouty about this – maybe you should make it up to him.

“Jealousy is not a word I’m familiar with.” He huffs, folding his arms across his chest with his long black tail flicking in the air behind him.

You take a step closer, scratching under his chin and listening to the deep purr that escapes him. “Come now, I’ll make it up to you.” You coo, having him look at you, “I could make you feel better.” He contemplates for a moment, clearly conflicted before his tongue peeks out, eyes flicking down to your lips and nodding because all he can think about is kissing you. “Aww, see, that’s a good boy~.”

It’s a little cruel maybe, playing into things like that but you’ve been attracted to Jongin since you started working there so one chance? You’d take it especially since he’s so easily giving it to you.

He lays underneath you, completely naked and on display while you straddle his lap, fully dressed and a wicked smile on your face. You’ve always wondered about the rippling muscles that he hides under those dress shirts and you’d like to say you are pleasantly surprised by how toned he is.

Fingers trace along his collarbone, nails scratching lightly over his warm, golden skin and the way he squirms from this simple touch has you almost purring yourself. He’s so cute. How could you not want to break him? Down, lower; your fingers drag painfully slow over his abdomen before you stop at his hips and pull away. “Will you behave for me?” He nods, bottom lip plump from the make out session earlier, “words, Jongin.”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to, Mistress.”

What probably surprised you the most about Jongin other than how fit the man is, is how obedient, how submissive he is for a man who has a high position in the company. Sure, you’re equals, but you had expected him to have this very typical dominant attitude in the bedroom but oh, Jongin folded the moment you bit his bottom lip and pulled him to your bedroom.

Not wasting any time, you move between his legs, feeling his eyes watch you as you settle between those strong thighs and making sure to not accidentally lay on his tail. Jongin’s hybrid genetics don’t bother you one bit, a common species to come across but there’s something about his sleek black fur that makes him beautiful. More attractive. He takes care of himself, it’s obvious and right now – you’re going to take care of him too. Gripping his hard cock in your hand, you meet his eyes before dragging the flat of your tongue up the length before sucking on the tip and pulling away to stroke slowly. “Ah, fuck,” Jongin’s head tips back but the quick command to watch has his eyes on you.

Watching even as they almost flutter shut every time you tease him, giving him a taste of what he’s in store for before taking pleasure in your new toy.

If you think this will make Jongin less jealous afterwards, you’re sorely mistaken, the panther hybrid is one jealous beast and you’ll learn later on what it means to have him as your pet. You’ll soon learn what it means to have him as your lover.

[jongbross]

baby fever - kim jongin x reader

pairing: kim jongin x reader word count: 940114 (lol) genre: pure fluffy warnings: i truly believe jongin got the baby fever one day and it just stuck to his dna a/n: happy belated birthday to my one and only. i love you so freaking much it hurts, jongin ah ☹️💕

you smiled as you saw jongin giggling to the baby on his lap, fingers tickling the baby’s tiny feet and making her whole chubby, cute face light up. the baby laughed, a sweet pitched sound taking over the entire room and making jongin widen his eyes in surprise.

“did you see it?!”, he asked you, voice getting squeaky. “i just made her laugh!”

before you could reply, jongin turned his attention to the baby again, gentle hands pulling her closer and into a better position on his lap. the baby stared at jongin with curious eyes, little hands reaching for his face and roaming from his lips to his nose, eyes, before finally settling on his cheeks.

“do you like my face?”, jongin asked the baby, who giggled as his cheeks moved while he talked. “i like yours too.”

mirroring her actions, jongin also rested his palms against her cheeks, squeezing them and making her pout. he smiled at the sight, chuckling.

“she’s so cute i’m gonna die”, he stated.

“you’re so cute that i’m going to die”, you said, eyes so focused on the scene in front of you that nothing could take your attention away from that moment.

jongin took the baby’s hands on his own, kissing both of them before resting his face on the top of her head.

“i want one…”, jongin said, voice soft and calm.

“one what?”

“a baby”, he pouted. “can we have one? or maybe two, so the first one won’t be alone.”

“wow, slow down, tiger!”, you told him, making him smile. “let’s take it easy, okay? one at a time.”

“one at a time”, he repeated, agreeing with you. “a little boy first, and then a baby girl.”

“jongin!”

[exouniverse]

Mr. Cool

Pairing: jongin x gn reader

Genre: fluff, a dash of rivals to lovers?

Warnings: none, but if you find any please let me know.

Summary: Jongin’s adored niece and nephew have finally discovered their own love for dance, making him the happiest. However, realizing that he isn’t quite their inspiration breaks his heart a little. Now, the question arises whether the over-mentioned dance teacher, who seems to have stolen that admiration, is up to determine who truly reigns.

Word count: 2.5K+

A/N: Finally, it’s here! I had to redeem Jongin’s niece and nephew from telling him his dance was not cool 🤭 I find that interaction between them from years ago so funny and endearing. Hopefully, after all these years they have found inspiration in him even if it isn’t for dance. I hope Jongin had an awesome birthday and that this year brings him so much joy and growth. I miss him so much 🥹🤎

MASTERLIST | MOODBOARD

“Uncle uncle uncle!” The kids joyfully repeated as they ran down the hallway into Jongin’s waiting arms. He wrapped his niece and nephew in a bear hug, enjoying their bubbly energy after so long of missing them. Soon, they were overwhelmed by the stillness, and their giggles turned into gentle punches on his arms.

“Are you ready? Are you following in on uncle Jongin’s steps and becoming dancers?” Jongin teasingly asked before letting them go. He was so excited to finally share his love for dance with them, especially since it was his birthday.

Rahee giggled at him, sassily crossing her arms. “No, teacher Y/N’s steps!”

“Yeah! The best dancer!” Raeon jumped and dabbed, brimming with energy.

Jongin laughed at the cute dance move and tried tickling them. “Mmm… I would have to see; maybe I’m better?”

“No, no way!” Rahee exclaimed between laughs.

Jongin’s older sister arrived with their bags and water bottles, chuckling at their interaction. “They are excited to dance with you; they’re just stubborn,” she said fondly.

“I’ll take good care of them, noona,” he said as he helped carry the kid’s belongings. A playful thought crossed his mind, so he winked at his sister and looked back at the kids. “Aaand I’ll show teacher Y/N some moves; settle up who’s best.”

Opening the studio door, you carefully managed to avoid colliding with the tall man who was foolishly jumping around. “I look forward to seeing that,” you teased, causing him to startle as he was about to lean against the door, unaware that you had opened it. As a result, he stumbled inside. “Oh my! I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, struggling to contain your laughter.

Jongin’s eyes locked with yours, finding not only a sweet voice but a sweet, worried expression that melted his heart. In that tender look, he glimpsed the children’s delight in you and realized that his heart may probably learn some new moves as well.

You gently squeezed his wrist, trying to figure out if he was okay. His hold on you was still firm as more of your students arrived and entered the class, but he was still not moving his hand from yours.

“Jongin, everything all right?” His sister asked, bringing him out of his trance.

The warmth of his hand left yours quickly enough, and he pulled off a wide, nervous smile at you. “Sorry, yeah, yeah, everything is all right,” he answered in an almost robotic voice.

His sister looked at you with an apologetic smile. “Okay… I have to go now. I hope you can handle this one, teacher Y/N.”

“I’ve got it! I’m excited to work with him.” You quickly glanced at the still-nervous, smiling man beside you.

“Thank you for taking my kids’ request; they just love their uncle too much.”

Jongin shyly lowered his head, looking at his hand that still lingered with your touch, even though he hadn’t noticed at first that he had held onto your hand for support. He also vaguely remembered you asking more than a couple of times if he was okay because he had been lost in your eyes—just like now that he didn’t even notice when his sister left.

“It’s nice to meet you, Kai sunbaenim,” you paused. “Sorry, should I call you Jongin?”

Although filled with nervousness, he briefly glanced at your hand and dared to purposefully hold your eyes with his own. The patience and care that painted your eyes drew a different type of intrigue and anticipation, unlike any other introduction he had experienced.

A delicate smile graced his face as he hoped that here he could simply be Jongin—that you saw past the surface and name to the heart within. His smile widened when you did not look away, but instead you matched it with an encouraging one of your own as your hands found each other. “Jongin is fine,” he answered and bowed.

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself, mirroring his gesture, even when he had possibly already known your name because of his family.

Jongin had indeed heard your name almost daily for a while. His niece and nephew had talked about their dance classes and their amazing teacher whenever they called or saw him on his days off from service. All that it encouraged was his competitive spirit, not accepting that his niece and nephew looked up to someone else for something he was passionate about. He needed to meet this dance teacher, whatever it took. What he didn’t anticipate was him overthinking his every word and move, not to keep making a fool of himself in front of that person.

“The kids really admire you, but now that they are finally interested in dance, I feel like I need to earn some of that admiration, as their uncle.” He easily went back to his playful behavior, igniting the competitive spirits you indulged in before his stumbling.

You chuckled softly at Jongin’s challenging tone. “Oh really? Your humor is still intact, I see.” You scanned him playfully before you continued. “I suppose if you’re truly set on taking the title, I can’t stop you from trying. Your niece and nephew might finally get to consider you cool for once… that must definitely be tempting.”

Jongin was more than entertained by your reciprocation. His eyes had a new spark, recognizing the drive in yours that matched his own. He chuckled devilishly, but his cute face softened the effect, so your lips trembled, almost breaking your unwavering stare.

Before you could end up allowing him to see through you, you clapped your hands to get the kids attention. “Okay,” you called out, “everyone! How are you all doing? Excited for today?”

The students cheered in agreement, gathering around the two of you. Jongin couldn’t help but chuckle as he saw your interactions with the students, noticing how effortlessly they were drawn to you—especially Rahee and Raeon.

“Wonderful! Alright, before we begin, I’d like to introduce our special guest.” Turning to your side, you were surprised to see him already so engaged with your students. A small smile hid in the corner of your lips as he gazed back at you. “If you want, you can do it yourself,” you encouraged him.

His smile widened, and he tried to match the kids’ heights when he addressed them. “Hi, everyone! I’m Jongin, Rahee and Raeon’s uncle. I hope we can all have fun dancing today,” he softly said.

Jongin’s heart moved as he saw the kids’ excited faces turn towards him; their excitement was gratifying and somehow unexpected. He also caught the surprised yet joyful grins the students gave his niece and nephew, as well as the playful nose scrunches and smiles that they offered back.

You smiled at Jongin as he caught your gaze. “Should we get started then?” you asked with an encouraging smile.

At Jongin’s nod, you instructed your students to find a place somewhere in the space to begin the warm-up while you searched for the kids’ favorite playlist. At first, Jongin watched intently as you gracefully led stretches and movements to loosen muscles until you asked him for help, encouraging him to show the kids his skills. “Care to join in on the fun, our special guest?” you proposed with a playful smirk.

He grinned, stepping forward, following your steps, and later adding some jumping jacks for a little cardio. It was just too easy to find a balance in your teaching methods, and your students seemed quite interested in what Jongin taught them. He looked like a natural; though he is, teaching seemed to fit so well with him. His patience and nurturing were truly admirable.

Across-the-floor combinations brought a fresh energy, with curious and enthusiastic eyes looking at both of you as you interacted and showed the students the sequences for practice to reinforce technique.

“Amazing work, everyone!” you exclaimed. “I’m seeing a lot of improvement in ballet technique. You all have worked hard; let’s have a small break before we continue, okay?”

Raeon immediately ran towards Jongin, along with a couple of his classmates. As he wiped the sweat from his forehead and drank some water, his nephew suddenly jumped on his back, nearly toppling him off the chair he was sitting on. You were beside him, so he lightly pushed you and sprinkled some water over you.

“It’s a tie for me now, uncle.” Raeon admitted. “But we have more dances, right, teacher Y/N?” The mischievous smirk amused you. Raeon was so disciplined, even when he liked to play around a lot.

“Yes, we do! There are lots of surprises awaiting us.” You winked at him, concealing from Jongin the secret you shared with the class.

One of Raeon’s friends made Jongin grin from ear to ear as you offered him the towel you used to dry the water from your clothes. “Your uncle is cool; he’s so tall!” The kid exclaimed. When Jongin took the towel from you, his fingers softly brushed yours, causing a cute blush on his cheeks, which he attempted to hide with his hands but only managed to spill more water from his bottle on him.

You chuckled louder than you had intended; it was just too endearing to you that Joon looked so awestruck at Jongin. The man in question looked up at you, confused by your antics, but he was probably misinterpreting your reaction. “We have a cool guest today, don’t we?” you said, trying to explain your true intentions.

Jongin seemed even more flustered; one could even say shy for a more accurate word. He had been too enthusiastic about winning the kids over, especially his niece and nephew, so it felt like the greatest achievement to hear Raeon’s friend say that he was cool. But then, you said it too. He wanted to keep playing cocky and making a teasing comment, but you sounded too genuine, and instead, you managed to bring an honest smile and a slight blush to his face.

The look he gave you made your heart jump, and the corners of your lips trembled. You fiddled with the cap of your water bottle. “Are you ready?” It was too late to analyze how your sheepish question came about when Jongin enthusiastically nodded and walked over to the center of the room.

As you approached him, Rahee stepped closer, filling each of her steps with energy. “Is it time for the K-pop choreos?” she spoiled.

Jongin's eyes searched for yours, a smug smile playing on his lips as he realized he might have an advantage now. He was confident that he could surprise the kids and, perhaps more importantly, impress you.

“It-it is time!” you exclaimed and looked back at Jongin, who was already shaking his limbs, preparing to take on the teaching of the choreos. It was impossible not to giggle at his determination, but little did he know that it was actually a surprise that they had prepared for him to celebrate his birthday.

“Uncle, sit down!” Rahee tried to shove him all the way back to his seat, but she only managed to destabilize him a little. “It’s still not time to be Mr. Cool!” With that, he took some steps back as he gently laughed at his niece’s statement.

“Well, then I am Mr. Cool, huh?”

Rahee only rolled her eyes and shook her head as she continued to make him step away from the center of the room, her spunky spirit only moving his heart.

Settling onto the sidelines, he directed an anticipating glance at you, only to find you caught in joyous laughter with Raeon and Rahee. You proceeded to carefully ask everyone to get in their places and call in the parents so they could see the day’s performance. This sudden quiet gave him space to breathe and calm his beating heart, but soon enough, reality would only show how his heartbeats would race from then on.

You stood in the center of the room, all by yourself and already mesmerizing, when the song started with the beat drop of Super by Seventeen. The first ten seconds were all you, and it felt like an eternity where Jongin would’ve wanted to spend the rest of his life. The most advanced students joined you for the last ten seconds, ready for the transition to a mind-blowing mashup of Maniac by Stray Kids and Maniac by Viviz.

With that forty-second introduction, the beat turned more bubbly when all of the students joined to dance Super Shy by New Jeans. You had gone to the back so that all of the kids could have their own spotlight. Rahee and Raeon had the brightest smiles on their faces, and they followed the steps so diligently. Love Lee by AKMU was the last song they all danced to, so while the song faded out, Jongin gave a standing ovation, but a familiar melody was overlapping the fading song, and the kids moved to different places as you walked back to the center. Rahee and Raeon stood next to you, adorably getting in character and mimicking their uncle as they waited for the “stop” in his song, Rover.

Jongin flopped on his seat, his eyes flooding with happy tears as he witnessed his lovely niece and nephew dancing to his song. At some point, they took center stage, while you and the rest of the students danced behind them. The parents behind him kept clapping and cheering for their children, only making him even more emotional. They closed the choreography medley with a simulation of his fall in the music video, with Rahee catching Raeon in her arms as he fell backwards. Jongin rose up again, cheering for the little ones as they ran to him and hugged his legs.

You approached Jongin, outstretching your hand with an encouraging smile. “What do you say we have a dance battle to your song? Get the kids to choose who’s the realest cool one between us,” you offered playfully, yet somehow, your tone didn’t come off as challenging as before. It genuinely sounded more like a simple invitation to dance.

He looked at your hand and back at you, a widening smile accompanying his answer as he nodded in agreement. With a gentle gesture, he reached out and took your hand, accepting your request. The parents’ encouraging chants energized him even more, taking his place in front of you for the challenge.

The beats resonated throughout the studio as both of your bodies instantly synced into the opening pose, evoking smiles and chuckles along the way. The battle was far from competitive, as each step united you in a duet-like dance, with all moves becoming actions and reactions, leading to improvised turns and reflected motions.

The atmosphere between the two of you was so electrifying, exuding an overwhelming sense of passion and joy that captivated everyone in the room. Not a single pair of eyes dared to look away, including yours and Jongin’s, as you locked gazes with each other. Even at the song cut, your eyes remained locked, only tearing away when the kids approached, cheering and seeking their uncle’s embrace.

“Teacher Y/N! Teacher Y/N!” Rahee chanted playfully. “You have to come celebrate with us uncle’s birthday!”

“Rahee, noona!” Raeon exclaimed and shook his head at his sister, defeat clear in his face at Rahee’s second spoiler of the day.

Jongin watched, amused, beaming at the kids, and then he looked at you intentionally. “Whatever the celebration is, you should come.”

[hansolsticio]

ᝰ.ᐟ kim jongin — pêssego.

— príncipe ! jongin × leitora — gênero: sugestivo. — conteúdo/avisos: jongin canalha ♡, linguagem sugestiva, o kai tem um irmão, frutas, saliva, honestamente não tem nada demais. — word count: 1348. — nota da autora: oi, gente! ninguém pediu isso aqui e eu nem escrevo pro kai, mas tava vendo umas performances de peaches e o sorrisinho de malandro dele me deixou toda mole :)

O fato de ter praticamente crescido dentro da dinastia dos Kim te permitiu aprender muitas coisas. Uma delas é que Kim Jongin era um príncipe meio fajuto, que com certeza não estava de acordo com o que normalmente se esperaria de um príncipe. Ora, você o conhece desde pequeno, se há uma pessoa habituada com o comportamento imprudente do Kim, essa pessoa é certamente é você. A convivência de vocês dois experimentou o seu auge na infância, foram anos suportando toda a insolência e desaforo de Jongin — que, nessa época, era um garoto muito malcriado. A senhora Kim perdeu as contas de quantas vezes precisou repreendê-lo. Naquela casa, o silêncio era sempre suspeito e geralmente seguido de um "solta meu cabelo!" exasperado ou qualquer reclamação desse gênero.

As briguinhas cessaram na adolescência, houve um afastamento entre vocês dois, que, em maior parte, se devia ao fato de toda a preparação para que você finalmente se tornasse dama de confiança da senhora Kim. Jongin também experimentou seus próprios dilemas, e esses iam muito além dos hormônios começando a ferver dentro do corpo. Envolviam o senhor Kim e todo o seu temperamento austero, ele estava longe de ser um mau rei, mas era extremamente exigente — principalmente no que se tratava dos filhos. O príncipe mais novo não era um dos melhores quando o assunto era obedecer as ordens de seu pai e também não media esforços para tecer comentários exagerados sobre a nítida preferência do rei pelo seu irmão mais velho, Kim Siwoo.

Era comum que o salão de jantar ecoasse com a voz do senhor Kim, que rompia gritos e mais gritos em reprovação a conduta de Jongin e ele não ficava para trás, rebatia os comentários do pai sem pudor algum. As discussões se tornaram cada vez mais corriqueiras, Siwoo e a senhora Kim não eram mais tão eficazes em suas tentativas de apaziguar a situação. O acúmulo de todas essas circunstâncias resultaram em alguns anos de afastamento por parte de Jongin, uma vez que o senhor Kim o obrigou a conviver por um tempo com a divisão superior do exército real, como uma espécie de punição. Obviamente, o príncipe mais novo se recusou a ir, entretanto as súplicas angustiadas da senhora Kim — que temia a possibilidade de algo pior acontecendo — foram suficientes para convencê-lo.

A punição pareceu ter surtido efeito. Quando Jongin finalmente retornou, parecia outra pessoa. Era mais contido, educado e polido. A performance era satisfatória o suficiente para enganar o senhor Kim, mas você era inteligente demais para acreditar. Só precisou contemplar os olhos felinos para saber que o Jongin que você conhecia ainda estava ali, mais atrevido do que nunca.

𐙚 ————————— . ♡

Suas mãos habilidosas faziam um ótimo trabalho cortando e organizando as frutas — a senhora Kim gostava delas como acompanhamento para o chá da tarde. A chegada da primavera te agraciava com um belíssimo cenário para se observar através da janela da cozinha, até mesmo pensou em passar um tempo no jardim assim que fosse dispensada de suas obrigações. Terminava de organizar as maçãs na bandeja até ouvir passos atrás de você, se virou sorridente, supunha que era a governanta entrando.

"Feliz em me ver?", Jongin caminhava de soslaio. O rosto ostentando uma expressão satisfeita.

"Não, vossa alteza. Pensei que fosse outra pessoa.", sua expressão se fechou, tentou transmitir o máximo de respeito possível. O príncipe franziu a testa com toda a formalidade em seu tom.

"Você sabe que eu não gosto de toda essa 'coisa' aí. Me chama de Jongin.", se apoiando na bancada, observou você voltando a cortar as frutas.

"A senhora Kim não acha apropriado que-", você evitava contato visual, fazia tempo desde sua última interação com o homem.

"A senhora Kim não está aqui agora, está? Já disse, me chama de Jongin.", interrompeu autoritário. Aparentemente não deu para esconder o quão apreensiva você ficou com o tom, já que a reação dele veio logo em seguida. "Não era 'pra sair dessa forma, desculpa. O que quero dizer é que você já me conhece há tempo demais. Entende?", tentou ser mais cauteloso dessa vez, observando suas reações. Você acenou com a cabeça, sem tirar os olhos da bancada a sua frente. "Para quem são essas frutas? Pra mamãe?", tentou puxar assunto. A situação era um tanto incomum, visto que a família Kim sequer chegava perto da cozinha. A presença do homem ali te deixava meio inquieta, nem pareciam ter crescido juntos.

"Sim, vossa- Jongin.", você se corrigiu rapidamente, ouvindo o homem dar uma risada contida. Suas mãos finalizavam a organização dos cortes de ameixa e você já olhava para seu próximo alvo: pêssegos. Iniciou o corte, concentrando-se em deixá-los o mais regulares e aprazíveis que conseguia.

"Eu gosto muito de pêssegos, sabia?", você sabia sim. As preferências alimentares do homem não haviam mudado praticamente nada desde a infância, pêssego era a fruta favorita de Jongin. "Posso pegar um pedaço?", era uma frase muito inconsistente com o comportamento do Jongin antigo, que já teria pegado sem falar absolutamente nada.

"Pode sim.", você concordou com a cabeça dando espaço para que ele fosse capaz de pegar sem problemas.

"Minhas mãos estão sujas.", levantou as palmas na altura do rosto, mexendo os dedos num gesto inquieto. "Você bem que podia dar 'pra mim.", a voz carregava uma carga de duplicidade. E você jura que se esforçou para não enxergar o duplo sentido, porém foi mais forte que você. Sua boca se abriu com incerteza, não sabia o que falar.

"Claro.", negar não fazia parte do repertório da sua personalidade prestativa. Segurou um dos cortes da fruta entre o dedão e o indicador, colocando a mão na altura do rosto de Jongin. O homem segurou seu pulso com delicadeza para assegurar que sua mão não saísse do lugar. A boca se abriu o suficiente para que ele fosse capaz de apanhar a fruta com os dentes, os lábios rosados se fechando em volta dos seus dígitos. Jongin não tirou os olhos dos seus enquanto usava a ponta da língua para recolher o suco que havia escorrido entre os seus dedos, produzindo sons que quase soavam como gemidos. O príncipe sorveu seus dedos uma última vez, afastando o rosto com um estalo.

"Que delícia! Tão docinho...", o sorriso arteiro agora adornava o rosto bonito. Seu rosto formigava furiosamente, você era incapaz de esconder o espanto em suas expressões, os pelinhos haviam se levantado desde o momento em que Jongin segurou seu pulso. Ele te puxou com cautela, a mão livre apoiou-se na parte inferior das suas costas. O rosto, que agora estava a centímetros do seu, te obrigava a olhar para cima — tendo em vista o fato do homem ser mais alto que você.

"Jongin.", balbuciou em choque, seu coração estava prestes a saltar do seu peito. Suas mãos usavam os ombros fortes do homem como uma espécie de suporte, foi instinto colocá-las lá.

"Você quer provar também?", a voz era grave e o hálito quentinho entrava em contato com seu rosto, te fazendo suspirar. O homem roçou os lábios molhadinhos no canto da sua boca, vendo você fechar os olhos em expectativa. "Hm? Quer?", acariciou sua cintura, como se te estimulasse a responder.

Sua resposta ficou presa na garganta. Pois assim que foi capaz de abrir a boca para falar alguma coisa, a voz estridente da senhora Kim invadiu a audição de vocês dois. Jongin sorriu com malícia, vendo sua expressão se retorcer em descontentamento.

"É. Fica 'pra próxima então.", selou o cantinho dos seus lábios, se afastando com agilidade. Seu coração ainda palpitava quando a senhora Kim finalmente entrou na cozinha e te questionou sobre a demora, sua mente atordoada era incapaz de processar uma resposta. "Eu que prendi ela, mamãe. Estava fazendo algumas perguntas sobre o jardim.", o homem respondeu simplista, a mentira deslizava com facilidade através da voz doce — que ele só havia começado a utilizar, porque a mãe entrou no cômodo.

O restante do seu dia foi gasto nas nuvens, você achava que talvez elas fossem capazes de te responder quando que aconteceria essa "próxima".

[pascaloverx]

FELLINGS — EXO KAI

CHAPTER THREE (+18)

Summary: You and Jongin live wanting what you two can't have. For example, he wants to win over your best friend and you want him.

Warnings: This fanfic will describe some hot romantic moments and use of inappropriate language. In the future there may be both smut and moderate use of violence. Readers are warned. This fanfic will feature some members of EXO as characters but they are not part of a Kpop group in this scenario. This chapter has scenes for adults, minors should not interact.

CHAPTER TWO FINAL CHAPTER

Nearly two weeks later, you and Kai barely talk. It would be a lie to say it's been easy. God, this idiot was more a part of your life than you realized. But this whole situation has been awful. Especially because every day he tries to convince you not to quit the job, not to give up on him. Every day your desk with a bouquet of flowers and a note asking you to reconsider. One of the perks of being Kim Jongin's secretary was that you knew exactly where he would be. Which means avoiding him was easy. And your notice period is almost over anyway, so now it's just a matter of enduring a little longer. Even though it's your last week of work, you're still one of the last ones to leave the building. Like today. Kim Jongin spent the day in meetings outside the company, so you had to handle several things. And now you're standing in front of the elevator, waiting to go home. Until the elevator doors open, and you come face to face with him. Your boss and ex-best friend, the one who recently discovered your involuntary crush on him.

"I think I'll take the stairs." You say, stepping away from the elevator door, but Jongin grabs your arm, and you look at him.

"Can we talk?" Jongin asks, and before you know it, you're already inside the damn elevator. You glare at Jongin angrily, frustrated that you can't avoid him anymore.

"You never struck me as the type of guy who doesn't understand signals. Me avoiding you and not responding to your ridiculous notes accompanied by flowers worth more than my entire salary wasn't enough?" You reply angrily, watching the floors pass by and avoiding looking at Jongin in every way possible.

"And you never struck me as such a passionate person. I mean, you throw at me the fact that you love me and that what Luna and I are doing is stupid, and you don't even give me a chance to try something different." Jongin responds, trying to approach you. You know he wants you to look at him.

"Since I'm basically already fired, I'll tell you something. You think everyone has to give you a chance because you're handsome and rich, but that's not how the world works. You got me into a ridiculous situation, and now you must be feeling guilty. But that changes nothing. The best thing we can do is to get out of each other's lives." You basically overflow with relief after finishing saying everything you think. To the point that you look at Jongin to see his reaction. He seems a bit surprised, and then, as you both lock eyes, the elevator experiences a mechanical failure. The lights go out, and you hear a loud noise.

"Are you okay?" Jongin asks immediately as you stare into the darkness inside the elevator. Before you can respond, the lights inside the elevator come on.

"I'm okay, but you have a cut on your head. Are you feeling alright?" You ask, touching near the small cut on Jongin's head. He mutters a curse when you touch him, and you feel sorry for him.

"Couldn't be better. You're looking at me again." Jongin says, smiling mischievously. You glare at him, disapproving of what he said. What if he's got more than just a cut on his head?

"I'll try to call for emergency assistance. Make sure you don't do anything risky while I make the call." You say, knowing he likes to play the hero sometimes. Unfortunately for both of you, your phone signal isn't working. It's as if fate wants you two to be stuck together. You look at Jongin and mention that he's observing you. He also tries to call for emergency assistance but without success. However, he seems more resigned to the situation than you are.

"I guess this time, you won't be able to escape spending some time with me, sweetheart." Jongin says, taking off his jacket and adjusting his turtleneck shirt in the most sensual way he can. You shake your head, trying to shake off these thoughts.

"And why does it seem like I'm the only one not wanting this to happen? You should be trying your hardest to get out of here, Kim Jongin." You say seriously, settling down beside Jongin, who is leaning against the elevator.

"Maybe it's because for the past two weeks, all I wanted was to be alone with you. And in a rather radical way, that's what's happening." Jongin says, looking at you. You feel embarrassed and shy away from his gaze.

"Why did you want that so badly?" You ask, smiling slightly. Perhaps now you're compelled to have a heart-to-heart conversation with Jongin.

"You told me you loved me. And then, without giving me time to process that, you started pulling away from my life. I spent years seeing you every day. I missed you. Damn it, I even missed your scent. The truth is, being without you is driving me crazy." Jongin says, looking you in the eyes, as if he wants you to see the truth. To see that he's being sincere.

"Kim Jongin, you only miss me because I make your life easier. It's not quite genuine longing." You respond, trying not to feel too affected by what he said. But it does affect you; he manages to ignite a very powerful feeling within you with just a few words.

"That's our biggest problem here. You don't believe me. But you know what, screw it. I love you. Not in the way you love me, but I do. And you matter to me, whether you like it or not." Kai says as he watches you. You're speechless, just looking at him and him looking back at you. Until your eyes land on Kai's lips, and you feel like if you don't do something now, you'll explode. So you push Kai against the elevator and kiss him. An uncontrollable kiss. You didn't even know you could kiss someone with such intensity. The intensity becomes so great that you have to lean on the elevator to keep your balance. Kim Jongin holds you, lifting you up and making you tie your legs to the around him. The kiss doesn't stop, it's almost as if you're thirsty for each other. You lift his shirt and seconds later he's shirtless. He then pulls down your panties. There's a lot of rush, so you barely notice when Kai puts a condom on his dick. But seconds later, he slowly approaches you with his pants open and inserts his dick into you. You let out a drawn out moan as you feel him slowly thrust into you. You nibble on his neck, bringing him closer to you. You're horny so you start to help Jongin with the movements, getting up and down on his lap. He holds the hem of your dress up and presses your ass with his hands. You kiss him again. And again. His lips taste like chocolate. A few more thrusts and you cum. Almost in sync. He gives you a kiss on the mouth as if to end it. You look at him noticing that you guys actually had sex. Before any of you could say anything, like magic, the elevator started working again.