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Can't Stop (Addicted to this Feeling)

Pairing: Kim Seungmin/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3041

Summary: You've known the Kim family forever. Seowon, your best friend and roommate. Wonpil, the older responsible one. And Seungmin, the baby.

Seungmin needs a place to stay for college break this summer, and he might not be as much of a baby as you remember...

CW: light dom/sub dynamics, unprotected piv sex (oops, don't do that!), oral sex (m rec.), vag fingering, use of pet names (baby)

Cross-posted on AO3 as old_enough_to_know_better

Your best friend stood up abruptly from the couch you were sharing, movie already on pause. She was on the phone with her older brother, a rare occurrence in and of itself. "He wants to do what ?" You had long given up pretending not to listen to her calls, you were practically part of the family anyways. "No, I know you turned that room into a nursery, but…" She sighed, resigning herself to listen. After a few moments, she answered, "Fine. Tell him it's fine. But he better behave!"

Once Seowon hung up the phone, you cautiously asked, "What did Wonpil want?"

Seowon groaned. "Since he had the twins, Min can't stay with him this summer. He has to stay here. With us."

"In the doom room?" You laughed. That was where everything that you ‘didn't organize, only moved’ went when you got the townhouse. It was otherwise known as the third bedroom. 

She nodded. "We have a week to clean everything up." Now it was your turn to groan. 

You were ready to see Seungmin again. It had been nearly two years since you had seen him, sending him off to college like the big boy that he was. You had ruffled his hair, easy since he only stood an inch or so taller than you, and managed to get a pinch of his cheek before he shrugged you off, telling you he wasn't a little kid anymore. It made you laugh, it always did when he insisted that. He stayed at Wonpil's that summer, and was never there whenever you went to visit. Somehow, you missed him every time. 

This summer, though, you were sure you wouldn't be able to escape his annoying antics. 

His first annoying antic? Showing up. You were going to meet him at the airport, you had cute little signs made and everything. You even dug out a little hat that made you look like a chauffeur. It was perfect. And then Seowon's phone died. By the time she realized it, you had already gathered everything into your old car and were leaning on the couch. Seowon desperately tried to get enough juice into the phone to power it on while you waited. When the doorbell rang, you offered to grab it so Seowon could keep staring at her phone. 

As you opened the door, you went slack for a moment. Seungmin stood before you, with all his luggage, but it wasn't the Seungmin that you last saw. His face had slimmed, his braces were gone, his hair was pushed back off his forehead, and he had shot up about three inches. You barely recognized him. 

"S-seungmo?" You stuttered. 

He grinned crookedly, one small dimple forming at the corner of his mouth. "Hiya, Sprout." He used a nickname that you hadn't heard in years, one that at first only your parents used, then the Kim siblings picked up. You were surprised he remembered. 

Coming to your senses, you stepped aside. "God, come in!" You waved a hand inside. "Do you need help with those? Seowon is having a phone crisis."

He laughed, it sounded different than it used to. "No wonder you didn't know I caught an earlier flight. Nah, I got them." He hefted all of his bags up at once and carried them carefully through the door. You heard Seowon squeal when she caught sight of him. Smiling, you joined the siblings in the living room. 

The next annoying antic? Somewhere in college, he learned manner hands. Whenever he would pass by you, he would hover his hand near you, just barely above your clothes, so close you swore you could feel the heat from his palm. But he never made contact. Whether it was a hand at the small of your back, or on your arm, or shoulder, you felt the phantom presence just as strongly as if he actually touched you. Some days, you just wished he would, just to get rid of that tingling feeling. 

And he was such a homebody! You would think he'd be partying with his friends all summer break, enjoying the ability to buy his own alcohol, relishing in the freedom to do what he wanted. But no, you usually found him on the couch with a book, or watching some serious movie, or on his wilder days, building a model. He had his friends, sure, but he never stayed out too late, and he never brought anyone home. 

When he started making breakfast in the morning, that was when you knew you had lost it. You were sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for the coffee maker to finish brewing, when Seungmin walked into the kitchen, hair damp from the shower, in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Your groggy brain was suddenly hyper-focused on his bare legs, legs that you had seen in shorts so many times before, but never like this. Gone were the toothpick legs of youth, his calves and thighs were lean and well-muscled, with a fine dusting of hair down them. You didn't know how long you stared at them. You only knew that when you looked up, he was watching you. 

He smirked at you for a second, then turned back around to face the stove. The coffee maker alerted you that it had finished brewing your precious caffeine, so you quickly fixed a cup and fled the kitchen. You could feel your face burning, though you weren’t sure why. He was still Seungmin, the boy you had always known. Nothing was different, right?

Seowon left for a business trip about three weeks into the summer. She was only going to be gone for a week, but you made her promise to video call you from the conference. Seungmin rolled his eyes and called you co-dependent. You stuck your tongue out at him as he passed by you.

“Play nice, guys.” Seowon scolded. You laughed and promised, but you noticed that Seungmin stayed quiet before heading into his room. You wondered if he had gotten offended somehow.

You spent 3 days binge-watching a show that Seowon hated. You didn’t see much of Seungmin. On that third night, you were searching for something new to watch when you heard him leave his room. “Hey, wanna watch a movie or something?” You asked over your shoulder.

“Not tonight, I’m going out.” He answered coolly as he headed into the bathroom, but left the door open.

Your mouth twisted. You were sure he was upset with you now, and you weren’t sure why. You turned around on the couch to face him. “Did I do something?” You asked him when the water stopped running.

“Hmm?” He called out from the doorframe of the bathroom.

“Did I upset you? Are you mad at me?”

He laughed. He actually had the audacity to laugh. He finally emerged from the bathroom, and you were struck speechless again. He looked so much more mature than you had ever seen him. He wore a fitted black blazer with a gauzy shirt underneath, you could see skin through it. His pants were tight, hugging just right. His hair was swept back over his forehead, out of his eyes, eyes that were lined lightly, just enough to make them burn holes in you.

“No, I’m not mad, Sprout. Just patient.”

You chose to brush off that comment, even if it made your stomach flip. “Where are you going tonight?”

“Why are you so interested?”

“I was just trying to make conversation!” You turned back around in a huff. “Don’t tell me if you don’t want to.” You folded your arms across your chest. You were definitely not pouting.

“Hyunjin is having a party. I’m making an appearance.” Seungmin knelt in the doorway to tie his shoes. Standing up, he rested his hand on the knob before turning back to you. “I don’t have to go if you don’t want me to.”

“Do whatever you want, I’m not your supervisor.” You were still trying to convince yourself that you weren’t pouting. And you continued trying well after he left.

He had been gone about an hour when you retreated to your room. You were feeling frustrated and pent-up and needed to get out some extra energy. Lying back on your bed, you began thinking about strong hands running up and down your body. It didn’t take long for warmth to pool between your legs, so you closed your eyes and let your hands wander. Starting at the strip of skin exposed by your t-shirt riding up, you slowly began to work your hand under the waistband of your shorts. The hands in your vision were now attached to arms, and shoulders, and as you worked yourself up, a blurry face came into focus…

“Just couldn’t wait, could you, you needy girl.”

You froze, finger on your clit. Your eyes fell on Seungmin leaning against the frame of your now wide open door. You were too stunned to move, far too shocked to say anything. Eventually, your finger twitched, drawing a whimper from you. As if on cue, he pushed off from the frame. Still dressed in the same clothes, his hair slightly tousled, Seungmin was every bit as sensual as the version of him in your head.

“Do you want me to help?” He asked lowly. All you could do was nod. “I need words.”

“Yes.” You whispered. “Please.” 

“Then you need to follow my rules.” Another nod. He tapped your leg lightly. “ Words. ”

“Yes, sir.”

He grinned. “Good, I like that. Rule one, we use colors. Green, yellow, red. Are you familiar with those?” You gave an affirmative. “Rule two, no touching without permission. Rule three, I don’t go past your hard limits. What are they?”

You thought for a moment. “I’m not into weapons, or watersports, or heavy pain play. Anything else is pretty negotiable.”

He nodded, licking his lips. “And kissing?”

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, sir.”

Seungmin groaned, diving in to capture your mouth. “Good girl,” He murmured against your lips. You melted against him, wrapping your arms around his neck to tug at the shorter hairs at the nape. He broke for air, pulling away. “Rule two, Sprout.” He sat up and grabbed your hands, pinning them to the bed on either side of your head. “Be good.”

You relaxed your hands in his hold, whispering, “Yes, sir.” He rejoined your lips, pressing his body down against yours. You could feel his length pressing against you, and you couldn’t help but to grind up into him. You could feel him grin against your mouth, and he tugged your lower lip with his teeth as he pulled away. 

“Now are you going to be a good girl and listen to what I say? Good girls get rewards.”

“Yes, yes, I can be good.” You licked at your lip where his teeth had been, watching as his eyes followed your tongue. He smiled, popping the button on his blazer and shrugging it down his shoulders. He was left in just his gauzy shirt and those sinful pants, sitting over you in your bed. You could faintly make out the outline of his nipples through the shirt, and you found yourself nearly drooling. 

“I want you to take your clothes off and wait for me to be ready.” You eagerly obliged, your shirt and shorts too heavy on your skin. When you were free of them, he looked up from unbuttoning his own shirt and raised an eyebrow. “Are you done?”

“No, sir.” You reached back to unhook your bra, letting your breasts fall free. Only then did he remove his shirt and continue to his pants. Your face flushed as you took in his body. He had always been thin, but the definition that he had gained over the past few years brought a new heat to your core. He may not have had a six-pack, but the lines separating his obliques from his abs stood out starkly, and his arms were corded with lean muscles. You sat up slightly in the bed as he began to push his pants over his hips. The anticipation was killing you.

Seungmin’s legs were strong, you wanted to feel them all over you. And now clad only in short boxer briefs, you wanted even more. “Come help me.” He prompted. You jumped at the ask, sitting up fully and scrambling towards him. Hooking your fingers in the waistband of his underwear, you slowly tugged them over the curve of his ass. As his cock sprung free, you found yourself holding your breath.

It was everything you had never imagined it would be. Long, thick, slightly curved, veiny like his hands, and flushed a gorgeous pink at the tip. You were hypnotized. “Do you want to touch it?” He asked smugly.

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Go ahead, baby. Show me what you can do.”

You reached out tentatively, running a finger from the base to the tip, catching a drop of precum, the only hint of how worked up he was. You circled your hand around him on the way back down, working more precum down his shaft, easing the glide. You felt his cock twitch in your hand. Leaning forward, you stuck your tongue out for a taste. Giving just the tiniest of licks to the slit, Seungmin let out a soft groan. Encouraged, you mouthed at the head, taking more n each time. You ran a flat tongue against the underside of the head, making him grip at your shoulder. Bobbing further down, you let yourself get messier, moaning softly. Seungmin slipped his hand up into your hair, tugging gently. The next time down, he brushed the back of your throat, causing you to gag lightly, but you fought it, kept him in your mouth. He tugged harder on your hair, pulling you off.

“Enough, baby. You make me feel too good.” You pursed your face into a pout, you were having fun. “It’s my turn.” Seungmin pushed against your shoulder, and you leaned back on your heels. He pushed again, and you tipped back onto the pillows. He followed afterwards, kissing down your neck and chest. You moaned, head falling back, and he latched onto one of your nipples. Biting gently, he rolled the other between his long fingers. You squirmed, unable to handle the sensations. 

He continued back up to your neck with his mouth, eventually landing back on your own mouth, while his hands traced the curves of your body. They landed on your hips and he squeezed. He traced down your thighs and back up the insides of them. The closer he got to your sensitive center, the faster your breath came. His hands paused just before the juncture of your legs.

“Beg for it.”

You crumbled. “Please, oh god, please, touch me, I need it. Seungmin, please.” He grinned, finally giving you the sweet sensation that you were looking for, his fingers sweeping through your folds, circling your clit to dip back down and gather more wetness. Over and over he repeated that pattern, before plunging into you with two long fingers, crooking them just so to reach that spongy bundle of nerves. As he hit it on each thrust, you whimpered, "Have I been good enough?”

He slowed his motions, kissing you on the forehead. “You have been so good. And good girls, they get rewards. Do you want my cock?”

You licked your lips, looking up at him. “God, yes, sir.”

“Then take it.” He removed his fingers, lining up the head of his cock at your entrance. Slowly, so slowly, he pressed in. You gasped. Nothing had prepared you for the feeling as he entered you, even though he was not your first. He bottomed out and you breathed together for a moment. At your nod, he began to move. In and out, each thrust filling you so completely. His hands, at first gripping your hips once more with bruising force, eventually moving up to hold your wrists in one large hand. The other hand cupped your face, thumb running over your cheek.

“I’m not going to lie,” He told you, “I’m not going to last.”

“Me either.” You replied. You leaned into his touch. “I’m so close.” He put extra effort into his next thrust, hitting you just right, and you gasped, your release creeping up on you, white edging in on your vision. He must have picked up on it, because he repeated that motion again and again, pushing you over the edge, shattering you into a million pieces. He swiftly followed you, filling you with ropes of hot cum, staying deep inside of you even as he softened.

Finally, he pulled out, your releases combined seeping out onto the sheets. “I’ll be right back.” He said softly. You mumbled a response as he padded naked down the hall to the bathroom. A moment later, he came back with a warm towel and got to work wiping you up. “Go pee, I’ll change your sheets.”

You smacked him lightly on the ass as you got up, and he yelped. You were unsteady on your feet, but made it to your destination fine. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you looked thoroughly fucked out. You felt it, too.

When you got back, there were fresh sheets on the bed, and Seungmin was lying on top of them, still nude. You sat down on the edge of the bed, slightly awkward.

“Don’t freak out about this.” Seungmin said, as if reading your mind. “I’m just really happy you maybe see me how I’ve seen you for ages. I can’t believe you didn’t pick up on my crush.” 

You shoved his shoulder as you leaned back against him. “I thought you got over it!”

Seowon got home three days later. She swept into the living room, where you and Seungmin were watching a movie on the couch.

“You would not believe what happened - Oh my god. You fucked! I leave for a week and all hell breaks loose!”

You weren’t sure how she could tell, but when you looked at Seungmin, you had a feeling it was all going to be okay.

[minnielynwrites]

On the train to go to NYC for Global Citizen Festival! I can't wait to meet new friends and see 3RACHA! I'm also really excited for some of the other artists and Bill effing Nye!

This is my 12th time seeing SKZ!

[minnielynwrites]

Gen Eds

Pairing: Han Jisung/Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3097

Summary: You weren't planning on talking to your crush, Jisung. But things happen, and you find out that he has quite a few things to learn. If only there were someone who could teach him…

Cross-posted on ao3 as old_enough_to_know_better

“Honestly, he’s just so, you know?” Miyeon leveled you with a look that told you that she did not, in fact, know. Despite the fact that this was far from the first time the two of you had had this exact conversation.

“Have you tried telling him instead of me?” She asked you, catching you off-guard. 

“What. No way. That would be suicide. I couldn’t.”

Miyeon shook her head, “Whatever.”

The members of Sigma Kappa Zeta were royalty on campus. Athletic, philanthropic, high grades, and stunning good looks to boot. They were also incredibly exclusive, and while friendly, tended to stick to themselves.

You had watched them from a distance for a while, notably one member. Han Jisung. His chubby cheeks, his heart-shaped smile, his everything. Miyeon might not see it, but you certainly did. He was perfect.

And tonight they were having a party. One that you had happened to score an invite to, thanks to your friend Chaeryeong. She had an in with Changbin, childhood friends or something. 

“So, you’re gonna talk to him tonight?” Chae half-asked as you applied mascara to your upper lashes. You smudged a little on your skin. Miyeon supplied you with a cotton swab with makeup remover. You glared at Chae.

“When it feels right.”

Miyeon shook her head. “It’ll never feel right. It’ll always be awkward.”

Chae nodded. “Just do it.”

Three drinks in, the Nike slogan played in your head louder than ever. Just do it. You had just caught sight of Jisung across the room, disappearing with a few other SKZ members into another room, and Miyeon and Chae were pushing you towards him. You smacked them away and glared back at your friends. They had the nerve to smile innocently.

You wove your way across the room, finally making it to the other side. Pausing in front of the room that Jisung and his friends went into, you found the door ajar. Before you could knock, you heard voices inside.

“Ji, what was so important that you dragged me away from my own party?”

“Yeah, I was about to do shots off someone!”

“Guys.” Jisung spoke up. “She’s here.”

At least three other voices began speaking at once, before they were shushed. “Like, she she? Aww, Ji, that’s awesome! I know you’ve been wanting a chance to talk to her!”

Jisung groaned. “Talk to her? I want her to crush me with her thighs.”

“Sung. TMI. Way TMI.”

“Do you even know her name?”

You turned to leave, not wanting to know who Jisung’s mystery crush was, when you were pulled up short by your name on his lips.

“Really?” You heard through the door. “Have you ever talked to her?”

“Well, no,” Jisung replied, “But she’s here. ”

You slumped against the wall. The Han Jisung just confessed to his friends that he was interested in you, no, that he wanted to be crushed by your thighs. You were reeling. 

You weren’t sure how long you stayed outside that room with a half-empty plastic cup in your hand. Eventually, you pushed yourself off the wall to find your friends, Miyeon preferably, Chae would blab everything. Just as you were about to head into the crowd, you heard the creak of a door and voices behind you. You turned around to find yourself face-to-face with Jisung and the rest of SKZ.

“Hey look, it’s–” Jeongin got an elbow to the side. 

Chan ushered the rest of them into the crowd, leaving just you and Jisung. You stood there awkwardly for a moment, shifting your weight from one foot to another. Finally, Jisung spoke up. “Do you want a drink?” You raised both your cup and an eyebrow at him. “Right.” He sighed.

You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “You wanna go make out?”

His eyes got wide, mouth dropping open into a little ‘o’-shape. He nodded vigorously, wavy hair bouncing.

You grabbed his hand and turned away, pulling him towards the stairs. After a few steps, you stopped. “After you? This is kinda your place.”

“Oh yeah.” He quickly jumped into action, nudging people out of the way all the way up the stairs. It was much less crowded upstairs, guests paired off in conversation or more. Jisung kept moving, heading down the hallway. He stopped in front of a door, pulling a key from his pocket. “My room. I wanted to make sure I could still use it tonight.” You thanked his foresight as he opened the door, flicking on a light switch as he guided you inside.

You took a second to look around the room. It was neat… ish. You could tell that he had a system of organization for all of his things, but that system may not make sense to anyone else. He had a lot of pictures of his friends around, and in some of them, his cheeks were puffed up with food. “Cute.” You mumbled under your breath.

“Hmm?” Jisung hummed at you. You shook your head, taking a step towards him. “D-do you want a tour?” He asked nervously.

“No, Jisung, I want to make out with you, and whatever happens after that, I’m fine with. Is that okay?”

“Y-yeah.”

You closed the distance between the two of you, but left a gap between your lips. You could feel his breath on your lips, warm and uneven. Jisung leaned in first, closing the gap to meet your mouth. The touch was soft, gentle, and you could feel his hesitation. You took the lead and brought your hand from his upper arm to the back of his neck, pulling Jisung towards you to increase the pressure. You could hear his tiny intake of breath before he sunk into the kiss. His hands flew to your hips, fingers digging in lightly. You nudged at his lower lip with the tip of your tongue, and he opened for you. You took the opportunity to engage with his tongue, thick muscles dancing side-by-side in each others’ mouths.

Slotting a leg between his, you pressed into Jisung. You could feel him, hot and hard against your leg. Smiling, you broke the kiss. “Well, someone’s eager.” He turned his face away, blushing red. He mumbled something that you didn’t quite catch. “What was that?”

He groaned, pulling himself out of your grasp and flopping down on the bed. He threw an arm over his eyes. “I said, I don’t know what I’m doing.” He lay there in silence, chest rising unevenly, tent never flagging in his jeans.

“Oh. Oh my god. Jisung,” you asked lowly. “Are you a virgin? If so, your first time should be special, not just–” You began to ramble.

“Jeez, no!” He removed his arm from his face, but he was still a beautiful dusky shade of red. “I’m not a virgin. I’m just…” He tilted his whole head to the side to avoid looking at you. “I’m not very good .”

You couldn’t hold back a short laugh. “Oh, honey.” You looked at him softly. “Who told you that?”

“Both of my exes.” He sounded frustrated with the questioning.

“And they’re the only ones you’ve…?” A curt nod was your only answer. “Oh, you haven’t even gotten a chance to get good.” You thought for a second. “Do you, hey, look at me.” You waited until he actually looked at you before continuing. “Do you want me to teach you?”

Jisung blinked at you for a second, then slowly started to nod. “God, yes.” You reached out your hand to help him sit back up, but you were pretty sure he did it all by himself, although he held your hand anyways. When he was upright, you straddled his thighs, one leg on either side of his, kneeling on the bed. You sat back, lightly brushing your core against his length, listening to him gasp at the sensation. You found his thighs lean, but well-muscled, more than strong enough to hold you, so you relaxed on him, leaning forward to kiss him again. His mouth was so warm and inviting.

His hands tight on the curve of your waist, Jisung followed where you led. When you took, he gave. Your hands explored his broad shoulders as your tongue once again explored his mouth. When you broke for air, you pushed at his chest lightly. He got the hint and leaned back down, you followed, chasing his mouth with your own. You put your hands on either side of his head for balance. Grinding down gently, you pulled a whimper from his lips. When you separated again, you began to guide Jisung. “Touch me, baby. Use your hands.”

Jisung was a quick student. His touch brought shivers to your body as he slipped a hand under the hem of your shirt and reached bare skin. You reached down and inverted your shirt over your head swiftly. Jisung ran his hands slowly up your sides to your bra, thumbs stroking the sides of the cups. “Can you unhook a bra?” 

Jisung bit his lip. “I’ve never been able to. They always did it for me.”

You tilted your head. “That’s a lesson for another time.” Reaching behind you, you popped the clasps of your bra and shrugged it off. His eyes didn’t leave your body as you tossed the offending article of clothing across the room somewhere. “Baby boy, touch me.”

The shudder that ran through Jisung was felt even by you. “Oh, you like that, baby boy?” He nodded so slightly, you might have missed it if you weren’t watching his every move. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Jisung placed his hands on your sides again, higher up, thumbs spanning across your lower ribs. “Go ahead.” At your word, Jisung scooped your breasts into his hands, massaging gently as he tugged at the already hard buds. You tipped your head back and moaned, which Jisung followed with his own groan.

“You sound so good.” 

“You’re making me feel good,” you told him, arching your back to get closer to his touch. He dipped his head to take a nipple in his mouth. You gasped, which he seemed to take as encouragement as he doubled down on his efforts. You reached a hand into his hair and tugged. He released your nipple with a pop , and looked up at you, panting. You grinned down at him, then pulled at his shirt. He sat up all the way to wrangle his top over his head, leaving you to stare at his tiny, slutty waist. You put your hands around it, and while they didn’t meet, they still covered quite the expanse of skin. He flinched at your touch, but you continued to dip your fingers below his waistband.

With his shirt off, Jisung gestured to both of your pants. “Should we, uh…?” 

You paused in tracing patterns on his chest to look down. “Hmm, yes, that would be a good idea.” You put all your weight on one leg to free him, and you both shimmied your way out of your jeans and underwear. “So, what do you want to learn next?”

He bit his lip. When he looked you in the eye, he had a little more confidence. “I wanna eat you out. Teach me, please.”

You grinned. “Oh, baby boy. Get ready to learn.” You lay back on his bed, head on the pillow, and Jisung settled in between your legs. His hands gripped at the inside of your thighs. Softly, he pressed a kiss right above his hand, dangerously close to your heat. “Mm, that’s good, start slow. Take your time.” He nipped gently at the skin, then soothed it with another kiss. “Ah, careful.”

“I’m sorry,” he said before diving back into kisses. Each time, he moved closer to your center. You twined your fingers in his hair to help guide his mouth, while showing him with your fingers where to find your clit. Even just your own touch sent ripples of pleasure through you. You couldn’t believe, though, the shock you felt when his lips touched you. He was very hesitant at first, but with your encouragement, he stuck his tongue out to taste the nub. After a few slow licks, he flattened his tongue against your clit, causing you to moan out.

“Gently, uhn, suck on it. Then lick at it again.” You prompted. Jisung followed direction well, making your toes curl with his ministrations. “God, okay good. You’re doing so good, baby boy, so, so good. Now, two fingers, put them in and curl up.” As he slid his fingers in, you let out a gasp. You had expected him to let up with his mouth as he worked his hand, but Jisung stayed latched on your clit. His fingertips brushed against the tender bundle of nerves inside you. Your back arched with the sheer sensation, and you rode your release with your fingers still tangled in his hair.

When your grip loosened, Jisung sat up, the lower half of his face glistening with your release. “That… was amazing.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then looked down at it and licked his hand. 

“You’re not bad at this, Jisung. You just made me cum on your face.” He flushed above where he was still trying to clean off his face. “Now lay back and let me make you feel good.”

You pushed him back down, straddling his legs again. Rubbing your hands up the front of his thighs, you watched Jisung bite his lip. You squeezed just below his hipbones on either side, smiling softly as you gazed between his legs. His dick twitched with your attention, and your smile grew. So far, Jisung had yet to disappoint, and here was no exception. He stood tall above his stomach, flushed a deep pink and glistening at the tip. 

You rested one hand on his hip while the other slowly meandered towards his cock. You ran your fingertips up the length of him to the head, swirling the precum around the flare. Jisung tried and failed to swallow down a whimper. You took him in hand and gently stroked up and down a few times, spreading precum down the shaft to ease the slide. His hands fisted in the sheets as you worked him to full hardness.

“Miss, I’m so… so close!” He called out.

You removed your hand quickly, causing him to gasp. “No, baby boy. Not so fast. I’m not done with you.” You sat back, looking around the room. “Where are your condoms?”

He gestured shakily at his dresser. “Second drawer. Under the socks.” You stood and walked naked to the furniture. Opening the drawer, you found an unopened pack of condoms exactly where he said they would be. You tore a few off, just in case, and sauntered back to the bed. Taking your place again atop his legs, you ripped open one of the packets. Pulling the condom out, you swiftly rolled it onto his cock.

You looked Jisung firmly in the eye. “Are you ready?”

He nodded. “More than I’ve ever been.”

You crept forward until you were positioned over him, then leaned up to give him a quick kiss. He followed your lips as you pulled away, and you finally sank down slowly onto his cock, feeling every inch as he entered you. Jisung’s head was thrown back, his lower lip clenched tightly between his teeth. You ran your nails gently up his ribs and watched him shudder. When you reached his chest, you lifted your hips and dropped slowly back down, drawing a groan from the man underneath you. 

You developed a rhythm quickly, body rising and falling on top of him. He finally let go of the sheets to grip your hips, fingertips leaving indents and, you hoped, bruises. “D-do you want me to, ah! To do anything?” Jisung managed to gasp out.

“Mmm, no baby boy, you just lay there with your big cock, while I use you to get off.” You connected your bodies with a little extra force to make your point, and his fingers flexed tighter on your hips.

He nodded, mouth open and panting. “Kiss me, please?”

You grinned. “Since you have such good manners.” You bent forward, humming at how he brushed against your sensitive insides, locking your lips to his and brushing your nails through his hair. He ground his hips up into you, and you moaned into his mouth. Breaking the kiss, you held him down by the hair. “Naughty boy…” 

You circled your hips down on him, rubbing your clit against his skin while you reconnected your lips. TIghtening your grip on his hair, you set a fast pace, chasing your high with him along for the ride. You could feel him stiffen and twitch inside of you, but you were so close, just beyond that peak… As you climaxed, you were vaguely aware of Jisung gritting out profanity beneath you. His continued orgasm sent aftershocks through you.

Your body relaxed in his hold as technicolor sparks flew in your vision. You lay like that for several minutes as his dick softened inside of you, eventually slipping out. Finally, you rolled off of him. “I’m guessing we better put our clothes on to go to the bathroom.”

Jisung’s eyes flew open. “Oh shit, the party!” He struggled to sit up.

You yawned. “You know, I’m not really feeling much like partying anymore.”

He looked at you with disappointment clear in his eyes. “Oh? Really?” He looked away and began to search for his clothes. “I can have one of the guys walk you home.”

You put a hand on his arm. “Jisung. We need to clean up. Then I was gonna tell my friends I wasn’t going back with them. Was that too presumptuous of me to think I could stay over?”

His face lit up. “No, no, we can do that! Yeah, let’s do that!” He was so excited that he tried to pull on your jeans instead of his own.

You laughed. “Calm down, baby boy.” You snatched his jeans from the floor and traded with him.

The two of you managed to leave his room unnoticed and clean up in a thankfully untouched bathroom down the hall. But as soon as you got downstairs, you heard Chae’s voice call out, “I KNEW IT! THAT’S OUR GIRL!”

You shook your head and dragged Jisung back upstairs. You still had the rest of that box to use.

     Fin.     

[minnielynwrites]

Pearl Tree

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin/Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2391

Summary: You and Hyunjin had been best friends forever. You could deal with little pangs of jealousy when he paid attention to other people. So why did it bother you so much at his gallery opening?

Underneath the pearl tree, things begin to change forever.

Cross-posted on ao3 as old_enough_to_know_better

You sighed as you set down the last frame. Pushing your hair out of your face, you looked around yourself. The work definitely still wasn’t over, but at least you had everything inside. Frames were stacked against walls, side tables haphazardly placed, even a couch or two had been dragged in. You decided to wait for your best friend to get back with the coffees before putting everything in its final positions. This was, after all, his gallery.

Hyunjin found you sprawled on one of the couches when he finally returned, two enormous caffeinated beverages in his hands. He set them down on the counter by the front entrance, resting one hand on his hip. “Hey! I thought I told you we would do the rest together!”

You shrugged. “It’s not like they were heavy.” You made grabby hands at the drinks. “Please!”

He rolled his eyes, giving in to a smile. He handed over your coffee, then looked around the room. “It’s gonna look amazing once my paintings are up.” 

You smiled softly at his back. “Your paintings would make anywhere look amazing.” He turned to flash you a dazzling smile, and you were once again blown away by his dashing good looks. 

“This is why I keep you around. You’re the best hype girl.” Another crack to your heart. Every time he reminded you that you were only friends, it hurt just a little more. But that’s what you were. Just friends. Even though he was the most attractive person you had ever seen. And talented. And you had so many of the same hobbies and interests. And even his dog liked you. But nope. Friends. And that was okay. You were over your little crush. Mostly.

But as he was helping you to hang up a particularly tall portrait, you couldn’t help but think you felt his heart racing as he pressed against your back.

His gallery opened exactly one week later. The city had been buzzing about “local artist Hwang Hyunjin” for months now, so it was packed inside the gallery. He had hired an assistant to help with sales, and tonight was the first time you had met her. Damn it, she was cute. Real sexy librarian type, messy French updo, glasses, and a pencil skirt. You bet she knew way more about contemporary art than you did. 

You found the nearest bar cart and helped yourself to the champagne. You heard Hyunjin’s laugh change from his polite one to his real one. Looking up, you saw him talking to his assistant. You downed the champagne and grabbed another.

As the night wound down, you found your mood growing worse and worse. You knew that this was a happy night for Hyunjin, and you didn’t want to sour it with your pettiness, so you decided to take a quick walk to clear your head. As you left the building, you looked for your best friend one more time. You caught his eye briefly, then slipped out the door.

The night was chilly, and you were glad you had thought to bring a blazer. You draped it over your shoulders, but didn’t put your arms through the sleeves as you walked. Just down the street from the gallery, down a path from the road, you found a public garden. In the center of the garden, a beautiful tree was lit with strings of dangling lights. Not Christmas lights, these looked like illuminated strands of pearls, lighting the benches beneath the tree in a soft glow.

You sat on one of the benches, needing the solitude to clear your mind. You couldn’t have been there more than five minutes when the crunch of a shoe on gravel caught your attention. You saw the outline of a lean figure approach from the shadows. You hugged your arms tightly around yourself until the person stepped forward under the tree. Hyunjin’s worried eyes met your slightly panicked ones.

“Why did you leave?” He asked. He kept walking forward until he was in front of you.

“I just needed some air.” You explained vaguely. He shifted his weight, unconvinced. “I was bored?” Hyunjin crossed his arms. “Fine. You didn’t need me there.” You looked away as you admitted that.

Hyunjin dropped his arms, crouching before you. You looked at him, and he was already staring at you. “I always need you. You know that.” You blinked. You almost believed him.

“Sure.” You nodded. “I know.” You moved to stand up, but he grabbed your hand.

“I don’t think you do.” 

“Hyunjin, what-?”

He stood up to his full height, forcing you to look up to see his eyes. His dark hair was haloed around his face, the front strands held back by a satin ribbon, the rest just brushing his shoulders. He looked like an angel. Your heart hurt.

He held your shoulders in his large hands and just looked at you for a moment. “Were you jealous?” He finally asked with a small smile.

You attempted to shake off his hands. “That’s absolutely absurd.” 

He had the nerve to chuckle. “You were jealous because other people had my attention.” He leaned his face close to yours. “Don’t worry, dove. I think it’s cute.” He booped the tip of your nose with his finger while his eyes crinkled in an especially charming way.

“Jinnie, don’t play games with me.” You scolded. “I’m not jeal-”

“I was.” He interrupted. At your wide-eyed look, he continued. “I was jealous of everyone who looked your way. Of everyone who got to talk to you tonight. Do you even know how good you look?”

You looked away, down at the ground.

“No, of course you don’t. Come back. Sonia was just about to start getting everyone to leave. There’s something I want to show you.”

He held out his hand for you, and hesitantly you took it. As promised, when you got back to the gallery, his assistant was waving goodbye to the last guests of the night. “Have a good night, Mr. Hwang!” She cheerily said as she passed the two of you in the entryway. “I’ll email you the sales results in the morning.” Hyunjin waved her out as he pulled you deeper into the room. Tossing his coat onto one of the side tables, Hyunjin led you to a set-in enclave that had a divider in front of it.

He looked at you before moving the divider. You held your breath. Behind it was one large frame covered by a cloth. You wondered why this one hadn’t been displayed. “I can’t sell this one.” He explained. “It’s too important to me.” He searched your eyes for a moment before turning back to the painting. With a swift tug, the cloth fell away.

Stroke by painstaking stroke, you looked at yourself painted on the canvas. You barely recognized yourself, yet somehow, you knew it was you. You looked from the artwork to the artist, and realized he was anticipating your response. “Its–it’s gorgeous, Jinnie, but why? Why me?”

“You’re my muse, dove. The reason I create. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, but I wanted to be successful first. Well, I finally am.” You noticed he looked slightly nervous, picking at his cuticles.

“Jin. You, you like me? But, you could have anyone. You’re amazing. You’re perfect. You’re seriously the most attractive person on the mmpffh. ” He shut you up by leaning down quickly to capture your lips mid rant. You froze for a second, but soon relaxed against his petal soft lips. He was gentle, but firm. You caved at the pressure, allowing him to take control. When you parted, you stared at each other, chests heaving. No words were spoken.

At the same time, like a spell being broken, you both began tearing at the other’s clothes. He pushed your blazer to the ground as you fumbled with his shirt buttons. You undid his belt as he wrapped his long arms around you to unzip your dress. You both laughed as you lost your balance stepping out of your clothes. When you were in just your underwear, he guided you over to the same couch you had relaxed on just a week prior, kissing you the entire way. Pushing you down onto the couch, Hyunjin remained standing.

“God, dove, you are a work of art. I’ve wanted this since we met.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” You pouted.

He caressed the side of your face. “I knew it wasn’t going to be a hit it and quit it. I needed to wait it out.” 

You took a deep breath. “I want this. I want whatever you’ll give me. For as long as you’ll give it to me.”

That seemed to be all he needed as he nudged his way to standing between your legs. He stood over you, reaching down and running the tips of his fingers along your chest and arms. Occasionally, he would dip below the cups of your bra, causing you to shiver. Each time, he smirked. “Do you want more?”

“Yes.” You murmured.

“I didn’t catch that.”

“Yes!” You gasped out louder.

“Good girl.” Bending over, he took the weight of your breasts in his hands. He squeezed gently, as if testing them. He grinned, leaning in to kiss the side of your neck, at the same time unhooking your bra behind your back. It came undone in one smooth motion. He guided you to lay sideways on the couch, positioning himself over you. Your bra was flung onto the floor to be dealt with later.

Hyunjin slowly ground his hips down against you, and you could feel how much he wanted you. He was rock hard, pressing up against your thigh. He reached down, pulling his underwear over the curve of his ass, letting his cock spring free. It bounced and hit you in the leg. You didn’t think you had ever found anything more arousing. He sat back on his heels, tugging down your panties as he went. You shimmied to help him as they went down.

When you were both naked, you really took a look at him. He was stunning. Long and lean, arms strong, tummy toned, legs wiry with muscle. And his cock, oh that was the crown jewel. It was tall, like him, but unlike him, was not thin. He was thick, veiny, and slightly curved, weighing heavy between his legs. From thin air, Hyunjin produced a condom and began rolling it on.

Once he was finished, he returned his attention to your breasts, rolling each nipple in turn until you were squirming. One hand stayed firmly pressed against your lower stomach, just above your clit, as he massaged your tits with the other. You weren’t sure what to do with your hands. They didn’t reach him, so you held onto the armrest of the couch until he finally moved his lower hand and rubbed against your most sensitive nub.

“Holy shit!” You cried out, wrapping your legs around his waist. He grinned as he flicked at it with his finger. His artist’s dexterity really came into play, as he worked you in ways you had never experienced. He brought you right to the edge of your release, then pulled back, watching your face twist in frustration as your climax retreated. The next moment, his hand was back, dragging you over the cliff, taking you completely by surprise. You cried out, unable to keep quiet.

As Hyunjin carried you through your orgasm, his cock never wavered. When your heart and breathing had settled some, he was there, and prompted, “My sweet dove, can you take more?”

“Yes, please.” You nearly begged. “Fuck me, Hyunjin. I need you.”

He slid inside of you, seating himself to the hilt in a single stroke, aided by the wetness of your release. You gasped, unable to recall having been so full. He gave you a few seconds to adjust before beginning to move. His hips rolled smoothly as he built up a rhythm designed to drive you wild. Your hand flew to his hair, gripping at the strands. Without ever pausing his hips, he reached up to grab your hand, then pinned it down over your head.

“Not unless you want this to be over.” Hyunjin growled. He thrust into you a little bit harder to make his point.

You nodded, and he hiked your legs up higher, changing the angle he was hitting you at. You threw your head back, and he licked his way up the side of your neck, kissing and suckling beneath your ear. You lightly dragged your nails across his back, and you felt him tense. His rhythm shifted, his strokes shorter, harder, but every inch just what you needed. Again, you began to approach your release. Hyunjin seemed to realize this, and fucked you harder, using his hips in ways you had never seen before. 

As you teetered on the edge, you forgot what he had told you, and grounded yourself with your hands in his hair. The silky strands slipped free from the ribbon, falling in front of his face. As he kept driving into you, you pulled on his hair. He groaned loudly, pounding into you, grinding his hips with every thrust. You were thrown over, free falling, weightless. Stars flew in your vision. Your body milked Hyunjin dry as you relaxed your hold on his hair.

He pressed soft kisses to your cheek as you came back down to earth. “You were so good, dove. So good.” He gently pulled out of you and padded away, nude, only to come back a moment later with a soft cloth dampened with warm water. He wiped down the insides of your legs, pressing kisses where he cleaned. The cracks in your heart felt a little less painful.

The two of you redressed in comfortable silence. When you were finished, you took another look at the portrait of yourself that had shocked you earlier. “Does this one have a name?”

“Hmm? Oh, no, nothing felt right.”

You faked a moment in thought before turning to him. “How about ‘My Girlfriend’ ?”

Hyunjin looked confused for a second, then his face lit up. He rushed to you and swept you in his arms. “I think that sounds perfect.”