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a/n: this is all @chvoswxtch's fault. you know what you did, babe! whispering in my ear like a slutty little devil…
summary: briefly glancing around the vacant space before taking a seat at the counter, there you spotted none other than the regular customer that you, for lack of better words, had an embarrassingly massive crush on.
warnings: frank castle x diner waitress!reader, smut, mutual pining, kissing, public sex, clothed sex (the uniform stays on, hehe), dirty talk, size kink (the return of mr castle's canon coke can cock, hallelujah), manhandling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, spit kink, oral, fingering, pussyjob, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie
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A soft hum vibrated quietly in your throat as you cleaned out the table in the corner where the last remaining customers had just departed from, leaving you all alone in the dark diner as the rest of the small staff too had gone home at this late hour since next to no one ever frequented the establishment in the time slot before closing.
After wiping down the table, the interior dimly illuminated by mostly just the neon lights scattered around the walls as well as the big one out front that glimmered through the windows, you then balanced the dirty plates out into the kitchen. Though when you sat the dishes down by the sink, the chime of the door out front found your ears.
However, when you twisted your neck to glance out of the wide hole in the wall, that divided the kitchen from the dining area, to spot the individual who had just entered the low-lit diner, the gentle melody that warmed up your chest promptly seized from your lips as your eyes began to widen.
Briefly glancing around the vacant space before taking a seat at the counter, there you spotted none other than the regular customer that you, for lack of better words, had an embarrassingly massive crush on.
You still remembered two months back when the gruff-looking man had first set foot into the diner. It had been like you’d been transformed into one of those wooden dolls where you press a button at the very base and its legs just collapse.
You still weren’t sure if it was a gift or a curse that the establishment had swiftly grown into a regular spot for him to frequent, seeing as you now spent most of your days either eye-fucking him from a distance as he sat in your section, or stumbled over your words as you tried to take his order. You’d even dropped all of his change one of the times he’d paid, sending the coins clanging across the linoleum floor, only for him to duck down and join you on the ground, the simple kindness sending such a shiver down your spine that you had crashed your skull up into the table like the true stumble fuck you felt like whenever he was near.
And when you finally managed to force your feet to shift, the advice, that one of your coworkers had recently given you on your little predicament, echoed quietly on your lips as you exited the kitchen, “okay, be bold... be bold…” in a feeble attempt at hyping yourself up.
Your fingers dipped into the pocket of the little apron tied around your waist, fishing out a small notepad and pencil, before you neared the spot he sat at.
“Hi, Frank,” you uttered, offering him a smile as his eyes flickered up to settle upon you.
“Evening, sweetheart,” he exhaled, the surely meaningless term of endearment that he had begun to drop into your short chats over the past few weeks still caused your ragged breath to hitch.
“You’re up late,” you briefly glanced to the round clock on the wall before reuniting your gaze with his unwavering one.
Tilting his head, the corners of his lips twitched slightly as he murmured, “yeah, well at least I’m not still stuck at work.”
“Touché,” you clicked your tongue against your teeth and wiggled the pencil in your grasp before asking, “so, what can I get you tonight?”
“Just some coffee,” his head nodded slightly as his gaze briefly averted, “and keep it coming.”
“Coffee as usual,” you slipped your notepad back into your pocket, “you and your endless cups of coffee, okay… perhaps I should just start pouring automatically whenever I see you come in, like it’s pavlovian or something.”
“Well,” his tongue fleetingly flickered out to wet his slight smile, “it would save me the breath, not having to ask for what I want if you just give it to me straight out of the gate.”
Heat promptly rose in your cheeks as your dirty mind played tricks on you and warped his words. Clearing your throat lightly as you swiftly choked on a tiny giggle, “uhm, yeah–, so, uh…” you stared down at the counter, though quickly darted them away when his hands that rested there began to distract you as well and make you that much more dizzy, “just the coffee, nothing else?” you uttered hazily as you then twisted around to snatch up the half-empty pot behind you and fill up a mug for him.
“Just the coffee,” he drawled quietly like a gentle crackling fire behind you.
“You sure?” you tilted your head as you spun back around and slid the cup across the counter towards him, “it’s Friday night. Why not go crazy and treat yourself to a piece of pie or something.”
Gliding his fingers into place around the warm mug, his eyes fluttered back up to capture your own, “I’m good, thanks.”
“Really? You don’t even wanna hear what the options are?” your teeth gently dug into your bottom lip, “I made them all myself, fresh this morning…”
Blinking back at you a moment, he then bowed his head as he gave in, “alright, sure, why the hell not.”
“Well,” you propped down your forearms on the counter directly across from where he sat, “there’s rhubarb pie with a meringue topping,” you uttered softly as you leaned against the table, slowly inching closer and closer to him, “there’s apple if you’re into the classics,” your gaze licked him up as your heart hammered in your chest like it was trying to escape, “and then today’s special, cherry pie…”
“Cherry, huh?” he hummed as he stared back into your eyes, even as you gradually tilted closer. You knew that if he dared to let his unwavering gaze stray, he’d surely be able to look straight down the neckline of your uniform from how you bent over the counter.
Dipping your vision down to his lips, you dreamily sucked in a breath as you added, “with extra whip cream on top…”
A smirk bloomed on his lips as an exhale then slipped from his lungs, “well how ‘bout that…”
The next thing you knew, it was as if your brain shut off completely as you then found yourself closing the short distance between you two and crashing your lips against his own. The kiss was short and rather clumsy before you then regained your senses and pulled back just as quickly as you had dived in.
“Oh my goodness,” you swiftly gasped as your hands soared up to briefly shield the lower half of your face, “I’m sorry, that was–, I shouldn't have just–, out of the blue without–,” you stumbled over your own words, “I'm sorry, please don’t tell my boss, I really need this job–”
But then, before you could crumble before him, Frank suddenly seized both sides of your face and pulled you back in for not only a kiss, but one that made your feeble attempt pale in comparison. Melting completely under the scorching warmth of his lips, you damn near crawled straight across the counter to scramble into his lap. However, when he finally withdrew, the kiss somehow seeming both as if it had stretched out an eternity, as well as only feeling like the blink of an eye, you stumbled slightly, and if it hadn’t been for his palms that remained on the sides of your jaw, you surely would have taken a nosedive right in front of him.
“Fuck…” you dizzily blinked back at him as only his hands cupping your features in a gentle grip kept you upright, “how–… how are you even better at that than I imagined?” your jello-like knees wobbled beneath you.
“Oh, you’ve spent a lot of time daydreaming about me kissing you,” he chuckled softly, “have you?”
“Well,” you sucked in a ragged breath as you noticed how the dull throb he always triggered between your thighs worsened, “it’s not just that my brain has been thinking about ever since you first came in here…”
“Oh yeah?” he shared your breath as his fingertips slowly strayed into your hairline, “what else has that pretty little head been thinking about, huh?”
And as the corners of your lips twitched into a smile, you gathered up the courage to utter, “…how about you come back here and I show you instead?”
With a soft smirk on his lips, his fingers then slipped from your face before he rose from his seat. Panting, your eyes tracked him as he took his sweet time making his way around the long counter to stand on the same side as you.
Tangling your fingers in his dark shirt as soon as he came in reach, you yanked him to you till his lips crashed against your own once again. Though the ravenous kiss didn’t last too long before you then tilted away as your legs began to bend and you sank down on the ground before him. You still stayed so close to him that your cheek pressed up against his thick thigh as you blinked up at him, a question twinkling in your eyes as your fingers slowly clawed closer to his belt.
But before your lips managed to part in order to ask for permission, Frank caught on and, as he breathlessly gazed down at your kneeling frame, offered you a nod.
Your mouth fell apart in an airy giggle as your stunned eyes widened at his girth that sprung forth as soon as you tugged down the zipper of his dark jeans.
It was soft, rather timid but sweet, as you began to pepper pecks along his length, smiling against the hardness as it twitched at your feathery touch before you soothed it with your glistening tongue.
And though you had a hard time ripping your gaze away from his cock, it more often than not drifted back up to Frank’s own stare as he leaned back against the counter.
When your lips eventually were stretched around his cock and drool was gurgling up your efforts as you bobbed your head, his fingers gently found your hair as his hips stopped resisting the greedy thrusts they craved in order to bury his dick further into your warmth.
A low growl rumbled in his chest when your sweet mouth became too much for him to bear, and he swiftly plucked you back up onto your feet. Spinning you both around till the counter pressed against the small of your back, he then picked you up and planted you on the edge of the tabletop.
Pressing your lips to his own, you then purred against his tongue as his touch wandered down your frame and disappeared up under the dress of your uniform to discover the soaked state of your panties beneath. To you, his fingertips fluttered over your covered core for way too long till he finally yanked the cotton to the side to sweep his touch directly against your aching pussy.
“Holy fucking shit,” you panted as he finally rolled your puffy pearl beneath the rough pads of his fingers, and you had to tilt away from his kiss a moment to reel in the ecstasy. Your nails dug into the back of his neck as you arched your back, though a smirk only bloomed on Frank’s features as he gazed back at your blissed-out features.
“You like that?” he uttered huskily, still so close that he shared your breath.
“I–, fucking–, yes!” you panted before reuniting your lips with his own just as a whimper crawled its way out of your lungs.
Soon his pinkie and forefinger flexed against your centre as the ones in between methodically pumped in and out of your pussy, caressing your velvety walls till you were on the verge of exploding.
But instead of unravelling and creaming all over his thick fingers, you gasped, “wait,” as you painstakingly yanked his touch out from beneath your skirt, “I-I need you inside of me, please, I wanna feel you, I can’t wait any longer,” a dizzy pout quivered at your lip as you begged. Answering your prayer, Frank then slid you off of the counter and spun you around for the curve of your ass to arch back against him.
“Then do it,” his deep voice tickled the shell of your ear as he slid a palm down over your frame before finding your clit once more in a rub that caused your eyes to roll, “go ahead, take what you want, sweetheart,” he uttered, encouraging your fingers to reach back to grasp his girth.
His digits kept on drawing patterns over your puffy pearl as you then slowly slipped his fat cock inside, “f-fuck…” you whined shakily as your eyes fell shut, your whole body freezing up for a second as your cunt clenched around the bulbous tip of him, struggling a moment before relaxing around his size and letting him in.
You felt his lips flutter against the side of your neck as the hand he didn’t have slotted between your trembling thighs, floated up around the curve of your ass, spreading his hand wide across it as he gently gathered up the skirt of your uniform to grant himself a peek of how you stretched for him.
“Atta girl, that’s it,” he groaned as you slowly began to move and fill your pussy up further, “you got it, sweet girl,” his own hips all the while staying locked and letting you control the pace, “keep going.”
Though it didn’t take long after you’d picked up a desperate rhythm, bouncing your ass back against him, that your upper body gave out, bending down over the counter and melting against it as you finally came undone, your loud moans echoing throughout the empty diner.
And though your greedy efforts tried to keep going through your high, your shaky movements still degraded into trembling rocks as you slowly tilted back against him till your sensitivity began to fade away. However, when Frank finally began to move, his palm first gliding up along your horizontal spine before he let himself go, a crinkle found your brow as your body jostled against the counter at each zealous thrust he offered you, his heavy balls smacking against your buzzing clit each time he bottomed out and the tip of him kissed the deepest parts of you.
However, as you fought to keep your eyes open and one of your hands fluttered back to claw needily against one of Frank’s belt loops, your hazy gaze suddenly snapped open as you spotted the figure out on the dark street that came marching directly towards the front door of the diner.
“Shit!” you yelped before you shakily shot up and, in your panic, shoved Frank down behind the counter before the patron could enter. Smoothing down your uniform as the door chimed, your eyes were wide as you squeaked, “hello,” doing everything in your power to seem completely normal and not let your stare stray down to the man hiding by your feet, his throbbing cock still glistening with your juices.
“Hi,” the elderly man offered a tight-lipped smile before glancing around at all of the empty seats and uttering, “are you still serving pancakes?”
And though in actuality you weren’t still serving breakfast at this hour, your mind swiftly short-circuited as you felt Frank sneak a hand up under your uniform, “s-sure, but it’ll take a bit,” you breathed shakily as his touch teasingly traced the mess between your thighs, making you shiver with each light pet, “it’s just me working here right now.”
“Oh, that’s alright, I don’t mind waiting,” the customer murmured, though just as he did, you sucked in a sharp breath as the gruff man kneeling beside you let himself tilt closer and grant himself a brief taste, momentarily parting your petals with his tongue as his nose nudged against your pearl, lapping ravenously at your leaky hole that still quivered for his cock, before his mouth then soared up and captured your clit, wasting no time to suck down on it making your entire frame jump jaggedly at the dizzying sensation.
“A-alright,” you puffed unsteadily as you watched the stranger take a seat in a far-off booth, “I’ll be right back,” you murmured and lightly shoved Frank’s head away from beneath your skirt before you shakily made your way into the back.
Clutching a hand over your chest as you tried to catch your breath, you didn’t get the chance to glance over your shoulder before you felt Frank catch up to you after he’d snuck into the kitchen as well.
“You are terrible,” you whispered through a hazy giggle as he pressed a brief kiss to your cheek, his beard still glistening from the greedy taste he’d offered himself.
“Oh, you have no idea,” he exhaled before you caught onto his shirt and dragged him around the corner with you, into the pantry at the very bottom of the kitchen.
Twisting you around to face him, he kissed you once more, though it only broke when he plucked you up off the ground to sit you up on the steel table that stood between the many open shelves, all brimming with dried and canned goods.
Slotting himself in between your legs, he stole one last peck before his fingers enveloped his girth and offered it a silky stroke. Glancing down between your thighs as you began to shimmy your dress back up, his thumb hooked in the gusset of your panties before it could stray back into place and cover you back up.
Letting a dollop of spit drop from his lips and down upon your glistening pussy as he continued to stare, he uttered gravelly, “you want it?” before he tapped the hefty weight of himself against your puff.
“Yes,” you panted as you too blinked down at how he dragged the bulbous head of his cock through your folds, teasingly tracing the seam of your cunt and making you squirm beneath him.
“Oh, yeah?” he tried to make you beg for it, flicking his hardness crudely against your clit, “tell me how bad.”
“So bad,” you whined as his teasing swiftly became too much for you to bear, “please, Frank,” you nearly felt yourself drool as your eyebrows knitted tightly together, “just shove it back in.”
Huffing out a short chuckle, “okay,” he then took your breath away as he didn’t just slide the tip back inside, but instead slammed the entirety of his length back inside, burying himself completely in your haven, “like that?” he smirked as you struggled to breathe.
“I-I–,” your eyes fluttered as your fingers soared up to dent his shoulders, “o-oh god… that’s so much…”
“What?” he grinned as he tilted closer to you for his nose to ghost against your own, “I thought you said you wanted it,” he murmured cockily before pulling all of the way back out, “is it too much dick for you, huh?” your dripping essence clung to his girth as he slipped out and some of your desperation even dribbled onto the tabletop below.
“It’s–, shit,” you tried to keep up with his dizzying game, but your molten mind just wouldn’t let you, “Frank, please just fuck me. I can’t–, I–, urgh!” a shrill moan promptly escaped you as he then sank back inside, making your eyes roll in your skull as he swiftly slipped into a slow yet rough rhythm, “f-fuck… thank you…”
Smiling against your breathless lips, he uttered, “god, you’re cute…” before his hips snapped against you, offering you long and deep strokes that made it tough for you both to last much longer.
Though once you’d both tumbled over the edge, your cunt choking his cock and milking him for all of his worth, the slow and smouldering kisses that drew out over your lips eventually faded as he slipped his length out of you.
Blinking back at him, your eyes widened slightly in gentle puzzlement as he then sank down before you and began to clean up the mess you’d both turned you into, holding your gaze and eating you out till you had no other choice but to clamper a palm over your mouth to keep quiet as he made you cum one last time.
Hand slipping from your lips as you fell back onto your forearms and caught your breath, you scarcely saw as Frank then rose back up to his full height, his lips briefly dancing up the length of your thigh on his way back up, before his gaze caught sight of the row of pies lined up on a nearby shelf. They were all mostly gone, though what was left was covered by a layer of cling film.
Stretching out an arm, he ducked a finger beneath the plastic that covered the last remaining piece of the cherry one and then brashly dipped his digit into the crimson berry filling, before bringing it up to his lips to suck it clean, the display of which somehow making your sensitive core throb once more for him as he let his tongue lap up the greedy taste he’d granted himself.
As his lips let go of his finger with a pop, a hum rumbled in his broad chest, “that’s good,” before his eyes flickered down to his digit and he twisted it into a different angle to lick up the remaining pie filling. Though as he savoured every last drop, his dark eyes flickered back to capture your stare as he then added with a soft smirk, “but I think I prefer the one that you gave me…”
nsfw: impure smut and i mean that with my whole heart, explicit language
content/warnings: cowboy!jeno x cowgirl!reader, dubcon, horses, power dynamics fucked up on multiple levels, mild blood & injuries, horny wound touching, things are happening with the garden hose, oral (f rec.), sadism, dacryphilia, marking, hair pulling, biting, truck sex, it’s feral, it's mean, it's obnoxious, one tiny reference to vomit, guys idk but yee-haw
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“you two really don’t get along, huh?” jeno’s calling out from the edge of the riding corral, his arms slung overtop of the gate, hat dangling by the brim in his fingertips. “can you hear me down there?”
yeah, you can hear him down there — on the ground, instead of in the saddle — again.
you’ve spent months trying to work some manners into jeno’s newest addition to the barn: a flashy chestnut stallion that looks like a million bucks, but has the temperament of a fucking hornets’ nest. it’s the third time you’ve been dumped in the dirt today, so yeah, safe to say you’re not exactly getting along.
for whatever reason, jeno claims he’s attached to the damn animal, and is so confident you’ll have a breakthrough. you, however, are starting to question if he simply enjoys watching these training sessions like it’s his own private rodeo. sure, it’s flattering to be his afternoon entertainment of choice, but you’re no saddle bronc rider.
“just sell him,” you huff out, rounding the fenceline on foot, while the horse stamps off to the other end of the pen. “those roughstock guys’ll take him. he’s got a good buck, that’s for sure.”
“yeah, alright, i’ll talk to ‘em.” jeno sounds unenthused, but not surprised. through the gap in the gate rails, he gives your arm a playful shove. “thought a woman’s touch might fix him, you know?”
all this heckling is tiring after a while, but you’re stubborn about keeping a straight face. “fixes less than you think.”
“never hurts to try,” he says, in that distinctly optimistic way that’s meant to get on your nerves.
it actually does hurt to try, pretty fucking bad. your hip is throbbing. your shoulders feel like hot jelly in their sockets. you ache kinda like you’ve been in a car crash, though would never admit it aloud — jeno knows this about you. he counts it as a personal victory when your reply is simply a few indiscriminate grumbles as you scuff your boot on the ground.
if there’s one thing you hate, it's having to tap out on a job, even in cases like this, where it’s for everyone’s own good. you particularly hate the thought of jeno finding someone to replace you with. you’re far from the only person in the valley willing to work with problem horses, but you take a specific pride in being jeno’s first choice, and would do just about anything to keep it that way.
professionally speaking, you’re nothing if not dependable…un-professionally speaking, you maybe have a small infatuation with jeno, and to make things worse, you suspect he can tell. it certainly doesn’t make your job any easier, especially when that devil of a horse he pays you to ride can already smell your stress from a mile away.
“wanna test him out bareback?” jeno asks.
you stay silent, thinking to yourself it might be the worst idea he’s ever had, and he laughs when he realizes you’re considering giving it your best shot anyway.
“i mean, i could–” you start, but he interjects.
“i’m joking,” he shakes his head and flips his hat back on before hopping the gate to catch the stallion by the reins himself. “what do you think, i’m trying to kill you?”
sometimes, yeah, you do think that. at the very least, you can see he’s amused by how far you're willing to stick your neck out for him.
jeno has his horse untacked and tied by a lead in the wash rack around the side of the barn. with a long, green garden hose, he sprays down its legs, hooves, and the dark, sweaty patch on its back that the saddle left behind.
you could very well head home now; jeno’s already paid you for the day’s efforts. truthfully, you should be on your way if you want to get anything else done while the sun’s still up, but you don’t. you stick around for a chat, telling yourself it’s nothing out of the ordinary, at least not until one of you makes it that way.
“good-looking animal when nobody’s on his back, right?” jeno remarks, patting a hand on the horse’s ruddy, wet withers. “i’m thinking i’ll geld him and get back to you about training.”
“yeah, sure, whatever makes you happy.” you’re sitting nearby with your legs dangling from the tailgate of his pickup truck, which is next in line for a thorough hose down. “i don’t think cutting his balls off is gonna fix any more than a ‘woman’s touch’ or whatever you said– but hey, it’s your call.”
he humors you with a scoff, shooting a sly glance in your direction. “guess i’m just looking for reasons to keep you around.”
that’s a joke...probably...or...? there’s no witty reply that comes to mind. you smile at him dumbly, damning yourself.
it’s always hard to read jeno’s expression with that handsome face in the way. in the moment, you hope he’s flirting, but later you’ll be convincing yourself you’re imagining things.
“gimme a hand for a sec, would you?” he asks, and you comply in an instant.
at this point, you really should be going home, but instead you’re up on your feet beside him, holding the hose while he strips off his work jacket and tosses it aside along with his hat, leaving him in just a threadbare undershirt and his filthy, sun-bleached jeans. he grins, mumbles a “thanks” and takes the hose back, sticking his head under the stream to cool off, then shakes his hair out like a dog. those broad, muscled shoulders, and vein-traced arms of his are a sight for sore eyes, to put it lightly.
too bashful to be caught staring, you turn to kindly stroke his horse’s sleek neck — cursed horse, nearly tramples you into your grave every other week, you might actually hate this horse, why are you petting this horse?
jeno knows exactly why you're petting that horse. he sees all the telltale signs that he has you good and flustered, your mask slipping down the drain with the rest of the dirty water.
and it’s true, you’re flustered. embarrassingly true. you don’t want to make eye contact with him for fear of how pink your cheeks have gone, but still, when he asks you, “thirsty?” and holds the hose to arc water up at mouth-level, you drink, painfully aware that he’s watching the stray trickle curve from your chin to your neck, wetting the light hoodie you’re wearing. before you know it, he’s helping you shed a layer too.
somehow, you feel naked in your t-shirt. jeno’s touch lingers in the crook of your elbow. you’re staring him in the adam’s apple, watching it bob as he swallows, knowing your fight’s as good as lost. whatever his next move is, you’re done for.
“i take it you’ve got some time to kill today,” he remarks, a blatantly loaded invitation.
“sure.” you’re being prudent — for old time’s sake. it’s practically a joke. “d’you need me for something?”
the temperature outside is warm in the sun, and not so warm in the shadow of the barn where you stand. it’s even less warm in thin, water-blotched clothes, but that doesn’t matter; your body blazes hot as wildfire when jeno leans in to place his lips on yours.
for a few seconds, he’s gentle and composed, letting your mind catch up to what's occurring. a long-held sigh eases from his chest when you reach your arms around his neck and kiss him back in that deep, greedy way you’ve quietly imagined time and time again.
and then, he’s not so gentle. his hands are under your shirt — even the one keeping a couple fingers coiled around the hose nozzle — and he’s gripping the peak of your hips, inhaling a whine that leaves your mouth at the slightest pressure.
“that's a pretty noise.” he’s messy, trying to smile, kiss, and speak all at once.
the strength of his hold on you quickly shifts from fervent to outright painful, causing you to snatch his wrist away out of pure reflex. you know you have sore spots from today’s riding, but don’t know how bad they are until you and jeno are both looking at a fresh, red and purple welt blooming on your side where his fingers had just dug in, blood vessels bursting under the skin.
“oh, sweetheart,” he hums softly, but there’s sarcasm lacing his tone. “rough day out there, hm?”
protecting your vulnerability seems a bit trivial, yet you find yourself trying to sound apathetic, a defense mechanism triggered.
“part of the job.” you say, gulping dryly, forcing yourself to stare into jeno’s eyes as you speak. they’re terribly dark, but lively, molten. are they always like that? you wonder. you’ve never seen him this close, and hope he can’t tell how easily you’ll fold under his gaze.
usually, jeno lets you get away with shrugging off his remarks as though you’re so laid-back, so affectless, but he's had enough of the bullshit. today, he’s got you snared. he can’t recall ever seeing you scared, and swears you’d rather bleed out than admit when you’re hurt. it worries him a little, but fascinates him a whole lot more.
hiding under your clothes is the day’s worth of bruises and scrapes for him to gawk at. he didn’t realize how hard his horse had wedged you against the fence post earlier, or that there were so many exposed nail heads to grate your skin on the way to the ground. as he traces a stinging finger along those red stripes, you keep insisting “i’m fine, leave it alone, it’s fine,” but you’re clinging to him all the same, making any attempt to shoo his hands away pitiful at best.
jeno feels oddly entitled to the injuries you incur while working on his dime; he paid you to endure them, so can’t they be his to admire?
“you really take a beating for me, don’t you?” he cloys, walking you backwards, loving the way his words make you trip over yourself.
hose water continues to pour down the leg of your jeans as your feet leave the wash rack’s wet concrete slab, crunching over gravel till your spine meets the tailgate of his truck. your entire left side is sopping. even your sock is squishy inside your boot.
you wish you could play tough, keep a stiff upper lip as usual, but jeno’s wearing you to a frazzle with each readjustment of his hands. they work your shirt higher, your belt looser, and peel soaked denim off your hips till the waistband rides just below your ass, putting your panties on full display.
initially, it’s accidental how he’s clamping the hose against your stomach as he kisses you, holding you tight at the waist. he only notices when the cold water forms a stream down your core that draws a jolting gasp from your mouth. he doesn’t move the nozzle away — why would he? — but tucks it a little lower, and watches the thin fabric of your underwear become so drenched that it’s basically translucent, plastered to the shape of your pussy, and you’re shivering on the edge of a climax, chasing the strange, constant sensation spilling between your legs.
jeno’s never seen anything quite so pretty as you, covered in shiny droplets, chest fluttering with fits of quick breaths, with your arms trembling as you ball up soggy fists of his shirt for support.
“jeno, jeno, jen...” his name keeps coming out of your mouth, sometimes like a desperate question, other times like you’re panicked, dangling over a cliff.
“you’re being kinda pathetic, baby,” he says with a scoff and a smile. “it’s not like you.”
you shake your head, stammering an apology, an excuse, it’s cold, jeno, pure gibberish — you don’t really know what you’re saying.
the hose slips to the ground out of sight, and jeno drops down along with it. he’s unfazed by sticking his knees into the flooded gravel; the only thing obsessing him is getting his face buried against your cunt while you cum. he doesn’t even bother to pull your panties aside, just presses full tongue kisses to the warmest spot in the fabric he can find, and nuzzles his nose between your folds, groaning.
you’re seeing white, seeing stars, eyes shut and rolling so far back into your skull it's medically concerning. the only way you aren’t doubled over right now is because his hands are keeping your knees locked, and he doesn’t seem to mind the weight of you hanging on his hair while your orgasm rips through you.
jeno doesn’t come face to face with you again until you’re a quivering mess, stripped naked from the waist down (wet socks and all), he’s had his taste of your bare pussy, and got his fingers curling in you so deep and torturous that you’re pleading with him to just turn the goddamn spigot off and fuck you already.
the biggest reason he gives in is because, yeah, probably should’ve shut the water off a while ago. never mind the horse. it's fine. it can wait.
“in the cab.” jeno talks with his teeth against your neck, wrapping your legs around his waist so he can carry you to the passenger’s side and pull you in on top of him, jerking the seat into full recline with a thud.
he’s yanking your shirt off, his own shirt off, manages to shake one foot from its boot and kicks everything to the ground outside before he slams the truck door. it’s gonna get humid and nasty in here, he knows, but with the way he’s planning on doing this...well, he doesn’t expect you to stay quiet. god forbid someone comes rolling up the driveway and thinks they’re overhearing a murder.
he’s flushed all the way to his chest while shuffling his pants down and lining up the head of his cock to your entrance. his voice is dark, eager. “c’mere, closer, good girl– right there”
when he thrusts up into you — just halfway, or maybe not even that — you’re slick, warm, tighter than sin, and jesus fucking christ, he almost feels sorry for you. already, you’re not breathing right, looking for mercy in his eyes, and not finding any. there is none. jeno's working out in his head the best time to slam your hips down on him and fuck you till you puke.
“tell me when you can’t take it anymore, sweetheart,” he says, “i don’t need you putting your brave face on.”
automatically, you’re assuring him, “i can take it, i–”
“no, no, listen,” he makes sure his tone of voice stays nice, in case it's the only thing that keeps you willingly on top of him. “i’m saying i’ll be really disappointed if i don’t get to finish to the sound of you crying for me to stop. got it?”
“oh,” you whisper, unsure of any other way to react. could you actually cry in front of him? the idea is so humiliating you can’t even imagine it. “i don’t know.”
jeno pulls you nose to nose with him and holds you there, one of his hands wadded in your hair and the other at your neck. he kisses you. it’s soft. then he bucks his hips up so harshly you think your pelvis might bruise, and he does it again, and again, and again...
the palm of jeno’s hand is sweaty against your throat, and his fingernails will be leaving behind five neat crescent prints, you’re already sure of it. you’ve been squeezing your eyes shut while he grinds his full length into you, bumping against your cervix, telling you truly shameless things, like, “can’t wait to see you sit in a saddle after this...you’ll walk funny the whole week...gonna fuck you stupid, fuck you blind, gonna cum in this pussy so deep you’ll taste it”
you’re nodding and moaning along to every last word, not really processing a single one. guess he can check fucking you stupid off the list. you feel so good. and so god-awful. and so good. halfway through another climax, your lashes become wet and you look at him, moon-eyed, as if to ask ‘is this enough?’
it’s not. jeno’s hand leaves your throat only to lay a mean spank on your ass that you honestly don’t think you deserve, then he’s pulling your hair hard enough to pop a few strands from your scalp, positioning your ear right up to his mouth as he talks.
“i want real tears, baby, c’mon,” he rasps out and punctuates by biting down on the cartilage of your ear.
it’s not a quick tease, it’s punishing, it lasts too long, and he fucks you dirtier the whole way through it. you swear there's an audible crunch under his canine tooth when you yelp and try to tear away which only hurts worse. a desperately loud sob of his name bubbles up your throat, and only then does he let you free.
“see?” jeno pecks a mocking kiss on your cheek, unapologetic. “that’s more like it.”
an: btw don't put hose water in ur wounds or hole or mouth. e.coli risk. <3 ok. love u. bye.
general, no archive warning applies, office au (yes based on that nctzone new theme), pre-relationship, meet-not-cute?
intern!sion and employee!riku
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As an intern, Sion had to clock in early—checking papers on the photocopier, cleaning glass boards in every meeting room in his department’s floor, watering the plants in his department’s head manager’s room… What’s next?
He mentally crossed out every item in his intern-checklist in his head, frowning as he exited the manager’s office with a half-empty sprayer. Engrossed in his thought, Sion wasn’t aware that there was someone who was walking directly at him. By the time he realized the other’s presence, it was already too late—
“Ow!”
“What th—I’m sorry!”
Luckily, the sprayer in Sion’s hand, now rolling on the floor, didn’t accidentally sprayed them both, or both of them would need to spend the rest of their working day with a soaked shirt.
The one who bumped into him was obviously another employee. He wore a striped dress shirt, tucked into his pants neatly. However, his shirt wasn’t buttoned up to the collar and his blue tie was loose, as if he had tugged on it repeatedly. There was a fallen leather tote bag nearby, a few papers and a pair of glasses popped out from it.
Being the intern, Sion immediately tried to retrieve the scattered belongings, ignoring the pain on his knees. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you! Here’s your things—”
Sion’s brain slightly short-circuited when he saw the employee who ran into him. With his hand awkwardly extended in the air halfway, Sion gaped a bit before immediately closing his mouth. Oh, this employee was cute.
The said employee brushed his own knee and took the tote bag from Sion’s hand. His tanned face was slightly red, but Sion might be imagining things.
“No, I’m sorry too. I walked without thinking.” Probably feeling bad, the employee noticed Sion’s plant spray and took it. He shoved it into Sion’s hands quickly. “Here. I’m sorry again!”
And with that, that cute employee rushed towards the front door, exiting the office. Bewildered, Sion stood still in his spot, holding a half-empty sprayer while looking towards the door’s direction. He only snapped out of his thoughts when another, different employee came through the same door, greeting Sion with a cheerful voice.
“Sion-ah, good morning! You’re so early!”
“Jungwoo-hyung,” Sion still holding his spray. “Who’s that person leaving this office in a rush just now? Do you know?”
“Huh?” Jungwoo raised his eyebrows. “Ah, I saw someone but I didn’t see their face. A janitor?”
“No, he didn’t wear the usual uniform. I didn’t see his ID either—ah. Nothing.”
Confused, Jungwoo patted Sion’s shoulder twice and left to his own desk.
Sion didn’t see the guy’s ID because it was one of the things thrown out from his expensive looking tote bag. It was still lying on the floor, concealed by a nearby potted plant. Sion saw its plastic card holder reflecting the lamp just now. He picked it up, his heart racing.
Maeda Riku, the ID stated. There was a work number written at the back.It looked like Sion needed to return this ID to its owner. Sion grinned to himself, feeling giddy for no reason. Consider it done.
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🎸⋆｡ Rockstar!Jisung x fem!reader (ft. crush!haechan)
🎸⋆｡ Synopsis- Everyone’s been raving about Black Horizon, and now they’re in town for a concert. You never paid them any mind—didn’t even know who they were, that was until you discovered that their lead guitarist is your long lost childhood best friend. You’re finally reunited, but at what cost?
🎸⋆｡ genre/warnings- toxic friends with benefits, smut (MDNI!), angst, slight fluff, multiple smut scenes, jealousy, arguing, alcohol, smoking, cursing, heartbreak, misunderstanding, mental illness mentions. (All will be listed when the official fic is out)
🎸⋆｡ W/c- estimated 10k-20k. 2.3k for preview.
🎸⋆｡ Release Date- April 5th
a/n- omg guys. I’m so excited and I’m working really hard to get this out. I hope you enjoy this preview, and the fic when it drops! mwah mwah 💋
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January 15th, the night everything changed.
It started like any other night. You stood in front of your mirror, adjusting the tight ponytail. The soft hum of the fan filled the quiet room as you smoothed your hands over your uniform, ensuring everything was in place before grabbing your bag. Another long, late shift at the bar awaited you. The tips were good, but the exhaustion was there before you had even clocked in.
Setting your things down in the employee locker area, you barely had a moment to breathe before a familiar voice called out behind you.
"Hey Y/n."
You turned, instantly recognizing the warm tone, and found yourself meeting Haechan's eyes.
"Hey Haechan." You smiled instinctively, as if it was second nature.
He leaned against the doorway, his usual effortless charm on full display. His dark hair was slightly messy, his lips in that easygoing grin that always seemed to linger when he was around you.
"Thank you again for covering my shift tomorrow." He said with sincerity in his voice. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Yeah, no problem." You waved him off, though you couldn't help but appreciate the gratitude. "Anything to rake in some extra money."
His eyes lit up in understanding. "For your cafe, right?"
"Of course." You responded without hesitation.
The cafe had been your dream for as long as you could remember. Every extra shift, every tip jar stuffed with crumpled bills, it all went toward making that dream a reality.
Haechan smiled. "I would wish you good luck, but you don't need it. I know you can do it."
For a moment, you forgot to breathe. It always felt like he saw something in you that even you doubted sometimes.
"Aw, thanks Haechan." Your smile grew, warmth blooming in your chest.
Silence stretched between you for a minute too long, the kind of quiet that felt loaded. His eyes held yours, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.
Clearing your throat, you broke the moment. "Well… um, you should get going. To make sure you're ready for your date tomorrow."
His reaction was instant, an awkward giggle as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh yeah. It's not a date though, just going to a concert with a friend."
"Your hangout." You corrected. "Who are you going to see?" You asked, curiosity getting the better of you.
"A band called Black Horizon."
You tilted your head. "Never heard of them."
Haechan smirked. "Yeah, that's typical. They're a relatively new band, but they're gaining a lot of popularity. You should check them out."
"I will." You nodded, making a mental note to look them up later.
He hesitated for a second, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. You could feel it again, that silence that felt loaded, but just as quickly as it came, it was gone.
"Yeah, I'll see you later." He gave you one last smile before turning to leave.
You watched him go, exhaling softly once he was out of sight.
Haechan was cute, kind, considerate. Everything you wanted in a guy, but no matter how many moments like this passed between you, neither of you ever crossed that line. He didn't make a move, and you never dared to. Maybe it was easier that way. Maybe it was better to let things stay as they were.
With a deep breath, you pushed those thoughts aside and stepped onto the floor, slipping behind the bar. The night was just beginning.
The bar was buzzing per usual. It never really bothered you—if anything, the flow of customers made the hours slip by faster. There were moments like now though, when the chaos pressed in a little too much.
You turned your back to the crowd, facing the liquor shelf restocking bottles. In reality, you just needed a second. A second to breathe, to let the ache in your feet settle before another round of drink orders came in. The bar was packed tonight, but for once no one was calling your name. At least, not yet.
"Excuse me, Miss?"
You closed your eyes briefly, inhaling deeply. So much for a break.
"Give me a second, sir." You replied, turning around. Your breath caught in your throat. The face in front of you familiar, yet changed.
Your heart stuttered, then pounded. It had to have been, what, five years? Five years since you'd last seen him. Five years of brief thoughts about him, wondering where he was now. You had figured he was off chasing his dreams, too busy to look back, too far removed from your life to ever cross paths with you again.
And yet, here he was.
He blinked, his own surprise mirroring yours. His lips parted slightly, as if trying to confirm you weren't just some trick of the dim bar lighting.
"Y/n?!" His voice was filled with disbelief, his body instinctively leaning closer across the counter.
"Jisung?" You set the cocktail shaker down, barely aware of it leaving your hands.
He let out a breath, shaking his head with a disbelieving laugh. "What a fucking coincidence. I was just thinking about you."
"You were?" Your brows lifted slightly.
"Yeah, totally. I just landed back here after forever. How could my mind not wander to my closest friend growing up?" He grinned, though there was something unreadable in his expression.
You exhaled a small laugh, the weight of the moment pressing against your chest. "That's sweet." You forced yourself to slip back into professionalism, wiping your hands on a bar rag. "What can I get you to drink?"
"Shit—sorry, vodka lemonade please." He settled fully onto the barstool now, elbows resting on the cold counter. "How have you been?"
"I've been good. Just working, saving up." You started mixing his drink, pouring the vodka over ice. "What about you?"
"Life's been good to me lately." He admitted, a lightheartedness in his tone, but his eyes searched yours like he wasn't sure what to say next.
"That's amazing." You smiled, genuinely happy for him. "What brings you back here? I thought you moved away a few years ago and didn't look back."
Jisung chuckled, rubbing his jaw. "Yeah, I did, but I have a concert tomorrow."
You quirked an eyebrow. "Wait hold on. Is it for that Black Horizon group?"
His lips curled into a small grin. "Yep."
You groaned dramatically. "Why does everyone like this band except me?" You slid his drink across the counter.
"Ouch." He gasped, placing a hand over his chest in offense.
"I'm serious!" You laughed. "I've never heard of them, but somehow everyone else has. Even my coworker is going to the concert tomorrow."
Jisung tilted his head, eyes glinting. "You should come. Just to check it out. I bet you'd like it."
You hesitated, shaking your head slightly. "I would, but I have work. Besides, I don't have a ticket."
His response came instantly, a little too eager. "I can get you in—for free."
Your lips twitched into an amused smirk. "Are you trying to sneak me in? I didn't take you for a criminal Jisung."
He laughed, holding his hands up in innocence. "No illegal activity here."
You narrowed your eyes playfully. "Or do you work with the band or something?"
He hummed nonchalantly, taking a sip of his drink. "Something like that."
Your brows furrowed. "Wait, do you seriously work with the artist? That's sick."
His grin widened. "Yeah, the lead guitarist actually."
Your stomach dropped slightly. The realization hitting you.
"Jisung... you're part of the band?"
He gave you a sheepish smile. "Surprise!"
Your eyes widened. "Are you serious?! That's insane. Is that why you left, to become part of a huge band?"
The excitement was evident in your voice, but as soon as you spoke, something in his expression shifted. His eyes darkened slightly, his playful smirk fading just a little.
"Okay, but let's not forget you left first." He pointed out, his tone a mix of teasing and something else.
Your stomach twisted.
"Jisung—"
"No, I'm serious. I'm still salty about that by the way." He finished off his drink in one last swig, setting the empty glass down with a soft clink.
You sighed, gripping the counter. "Look, it's not my fault my mom withdrew me junior year and cut contact with everyone. I didn't have a choice." Your voice softened, but there was a weight behind your words. "And let's not forget, you were the one who said you never wanted to talk to me again. So if anything, I guess I'm salty too."
Jisung exhaled, running a hand through his hair. For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then he cracked a small, lopsided grin.
"Whatever."
He reached into his wallet, pulling out a twenty dollar bill and sliding it toward you. "Let's make it up to each other." He said. "Come to the concert."
"I would, but I seriously have to work tomorrow. I'm covering someone's shift, so I can't back out. Sorry." You said, lips falling into a small frown.
Jisung nodded, though there was something unreadable in his gaze. "It's okay." He pushed the twenty closer to you, tapping his fingers against the counter.
"It was nice seeing you Y/n." His voice was quieter this time.
Before you could say anything else, he stood up, slipping away into the crowd.
Five years.
And just like that, he was gone again.
You tried to push the interaction with Jisung out of your mind.
Tried.
Even so, you focused on your work, keeping busy until your boss finally gave you the okay to step out for a break. You didn't hesitate. The moment you were free, you slipped outside, inhaling the cold night air as if it could wash away the weight of anything.
You leaned against the rough brick wall of the building, closing your eyes for a moment, letting yourself just be. Until a familiar voice cut through the quiet.
"You're off work?"
Your eyes snapped open, turning instinctively toward the sound. Jisung stood a few feet away, hands buried in the pockets of his jacket, his expression unreadable under the dim glow of the streetlights.
Your heart jumped just a little. You hadn't expected to see him again so soon.
"Did you follow me out here?" You asked, a smirk tugging at your lips.
He grinned, rocking on his heels. "Maybe."
You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head. "A musician and a stalker. How many more surprises are you gonna hit me with?"
"I never changed." He shrugged.
His words hung in the air, heavier than they should have been. Jisung pulled a box of cigarettes from his pocket, flipping it open with ease.
He tapped one out, sliding it between his lips before angling the box toward you. You glanced at it, then back at him, shaking your head.
"I quit."
Jisung's eyebrows lifted slightly, but he didn't question it. Instead, he closed the pack and tucked it away.
"And you never changed, huh?" You teased, watching as he pulled a lighter from his pocket.
He rolled his eyes with a quiet chuckle, flicking the lighter open. The small flame illuminated his face for half a second before he lit the cigarette, inhaling deeply. Smoke drifted into the night air as he exhaled slowly, his gaze momentarily drifting before settling on you again.
"You know those things aren't good for you, right?" You said, crossing your arms. "Your words, not mine."
Jisung paused mid drag, giving you a pointed look before blowing the smoke out to the side.
"My words years ago." He corrected. "When you were sneaking smokes at sixteen."
You scoffed. "Oh whatever. I was young and dumb. What's your excuse now?"
He hummed, rolling his cigarette between his fingers as he considered his answer. "I guess I have none." Another slow inhale... another exhale. "But shit changes."
You eyed him carefully. "That sounds like an excuse."
Jisung smirked. "I don't know, being young and dumb sounds like an excuse too."
"Is there a problem or something?" You asked, tilting your head slightly. "Why did you follow me out here?"
Jisung held your gaze for a second longer before flicking his cigarette to the ground, grinding it out with the heel of his shoe.
"I just wanted to talk, catch up a little." His voice was softer now, more serious. "Is there a problem or something?"
You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. "No, but I'm at work. So if you'll excuse me." You started, moving to step past him.
"You should come to my hotel room after the concert." The words tumbled out quickly, like he hadn't meant to say them.
Slowly, you turned back around, raising an eyebrow. "Why?" You tried to sound indifferent, but curiosity was evident in your voice.
Jisung ran a hand through his hair, exhaling before meeting your eyes again. "Just to catch up."
My mother taught me not to go places with strangers." You teased, a smirk on your lips.
"Oh, so I'm a stranger now?" He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly.
You didn't answer, just turned away with a small smile, but then his voice cut through the air, lower, almost hesitant.
"I missed you, I can't lie."
You stopped in your tracks as you turned back, eyes narrowing just slightly. "Missed?" You echoed, your tone teasing, but your curiosity genuine.
His gaze met yours, steady now, but serious in a way that made your heart skip.
"Just come."
You hesitated for a moment, searching his face. Then you smirked slightly, turning to walk away. "My number's the same."
Jisung stayed where he was, watching as you disappeared back inside. For the first time in a long time, he smiled—really smiled. Because whether you realized it or not, that was as good as a yes.
p.js smut a little dubious. ji is a loser and you’re his only friend.
nothing compares to a quite evening alone, but that never happens. i guess you’re dreaming again.
note — this is a little darker than the last few things i’ve posted. so please be warned, there’s no verbal agreement. but it is consensual. i will say that you DO agree, nothing is technically against your will. you nod your head to signal a yes. jisung is weird. he admits to fucked up fantasies. the things he says and does can and most likely will be considered creepy, okay? okay.
a nap was calling your name, but park jisung was calling your phone.
eyes heavy with sleep, your body ached as you searched for the buzzing device buried deep within your blankets. fingers grazing over the cold glass screen, you’d finally be able to grip the phone — being met with ten missed calls and a few hundred more missed texts.
to say you were annoyed, would be an understatement. it was hard to find a single ounce of free time, as the work piled and buried your body. but it was even harder to get away from jisung. it was almost as if he knew when you has found a few hours of downtime. doing everything in his power to make sure you never found peace, or a good nap.
resting your body onto the headboard, a hand slid under your shirt and the other pressed on one of the many missed calls. it rang for a moment, the ringing being replaced with the soft sound of breathing on the other end. and it was silent, so silent that your already heavy eyes started to flutter close.
“hello?” oh yeah, he’s still there.
“hello.” you answered, voice low and scratchy. clear signs of sleep deprivation laced within your tone.
completely ignoring your tired voice, jisung started to ramble. and for a boy who barely said a word in class, he sure had a lot to say when it was just you. letting his voice fade out, the grip on your phone slipped and the device was resting on your lap. humming whenever he said someone that sounded remotely like a question, you allowed yourself to slowly succumb to the urge to sleep. but he wasn’t going to let you, not yet.
“can i come over?”
“why? you can just tell me over the phone.” you couldn’t roll your eyes, with all the energy you had was put into talking. but if you could’ve, you would’ve.
“well i’m kind of already on my way.”
of course he was, boundaries don’t exist with this kid.
it was long before the door of your apartment was swinging open and jisung was making himself at home. the sound of your refrigerator opening echoed through the apartment, giving you the energy you needed to get up.
as your feet dragged, your head pounded. and park surely wasn’t a help. turning on every light, every device, he was a walking headache. throwing yourself onto the couch, which has surely seen better days, jisung yelled something from the kitchen. though his usual quite voice was turned up a few decibels, you still couldn’t make out exactly what he was saying. the brain fog still heavy, surely he wanted to make sure you heard was nonsense anyway.
it was going to be a long night.
slouched on your couch, jisung was seated next to you. laptop, on the verge of overheating, sat on his lap as he forcefully informed you on his latest biology assignment. it was boring, painfully boring — but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to leave. it was enduring at first, a boy who was too good-looking for his own good — with close to no social skills to take him anywhere. it was you who introduced yourself, taking a seat by the nerd during freshman week. it was you who invited him to study with you after school, hang-out from time to time, late-night movie nights that turned into 3AM sleepovers.
but it was jisung who got too comfortable. inviting himself over unannounced, under the guise that he needed help with his homework. forcing you to cancel on others to hang out with him, he just wanted to spend some time with his best friend after all. hovering over you as you went from class to class.
your friends started to call him a creep.
and to some degree, they were right. it wasn’t until he started to drop little secrets of his, that you finally agreed with their negative title on park. it started with simple secrets, innocent ones really. he didn’t have friends, yeah you figured. he’d never been to a party before — again, something anyone could figure out after one conversation with him. he’s never had a girlfriend, how sad.
he’s a virgin, he wants your help — okay that’s weird, no jisung. he only likes himself when he’s with you — okay, stop..
but you could never bring yourself to push him away completely, instead opting to ignore his odd behavior. maybe even embrace it at times. his need to be with you at all times gave you a little ego boost. jisung wanting you to help him with more, personal matters, made your lips twitch into a small smile.
so for now, it was just a quirk of his. an unsettling one, but a quirk nonetheless.
“are you even listening?” snapping your head up, jisung had migrated from his spot on the couch. his seat on the far right, left abandoned — his knee nearly knocked against yours. he had an odd tendency to get really close, uncomfortably close at times
“yeah, yeah i am.” rubbing your eyes, you shifted your body further away. putting a comfortable distance between the two of you again, it was hard to miss when jisung rolled his eyes. at your actions or at whatever he was explaining at the moment?
that you’ll never know.
as jisung continued to type and talk, his words didn’t register in your mind. not that you would understand it anyway. watching as his lips moved, words mushing together in an incoherent blabber, it again started to become ever more difficult to stay awake.
the sharp features of his face blurring together — glasses perched low on his nose, his lips would form a tight line whenever he wasn’t talking — causing the frames to slip down just a little more every time.
for as weird as he was, park was unfortunately just as attractive. even through his strange biology talk, and strange tendencies to be as close as possible — park was hot.
watching as his lips move, it was only a matter of time before you were gone. letting yourself fall asleep for what felt like the first time in decades, the image of jisung was one that appeared in your dream as you slept.
but unfortunately, you wouldn’t be able to sleep for long.
it was simple touches at first, what one would think is a knee grazing against yours. maybe an arm leaning against your own. then it turned into fingers tracing along your face, down your neck — reach would quickly stop when you’d stir and shiver. a warm palm brushing against the exposed skin of your thigh. the feeling of your shirt shifting and lifting.
another hand on your stomach.
it all made your eyes slightly twitch and eventually pop open. being face to face with the boy who was just working away on this laptop — though now his laptop was long abandoned on the coffee table and his hands found interest in exploring the exposed parts of your body.
knelt down in front of you, his body still hovered over your seated one. “don’t scream, please?” his lips so close to yours, you could practically feel them as he spoke. deep voice sending shivers down your spine, your lips parted to speak — but his hand was quicker.
clasping over the bottom half of your face, it made your pupils dilate and your breath get caught in the back of your throat.
“nod if you won’t.” resting his forehead against yours, he stared into your eyes. waiting, hoping that you would agree. just this once, he wanted you to give him what he wanted.
what he needed.
breathing heavy behind his palm, your head nodded slightly. enough for him to quickly move his hands to the sides of your face. bringing his lips closer, park gave your lips a short, nervous kiss. testing the waters before going back for more.
using his hands to tilt your head back, there was clear hesitation to touch you, a stark contrast to when you were asleep. jisungs’ fingers gently pressed through your hair as his lips explored yours — licking the bottom to be allowed in.
and you’d give him entry.
his inexperience clear through the way you were able to effortlessly shift and grasp the control of the kiss. bringing your own hands up to hold onto his neck, you applied just enough force to bring his face closer.
something about the whole thing felt all too natural, all too right. with the way his plush lips felt so good against yours, the way his skin heated up under your fingertips — the way he’d shudder when your nails pressed into the pale skin. all paired with how his hands traveled smoothly along your body. as if you weren’t uncharted territory, but something that he’s studied over and over again. as if park took notes and analyzed your entire being.
as if you were another bio project, all for him.
letting his hands settle above your hips, his grip tightened when your teeth sank into the skin of his bottom lip before you’d eventually pull away. though the distance was minimal, still feeling each other’s unsteady breathing.
“park, you’re a creep..” the once tired tone, being joined with something a slight disgust, intrigue, and maybe even lighthearted in a sense. though his nose still scrunched at the words.
park and creep in the same sentence, he would never hear the end of it.
because jisung knew what he was, he knew the way he acted wasn’t normal. but he hated to he reminded of it, and he hated it even more when you reminded him of that fact. park knew the lingering touches were too much, but it was never enough for him. he knew the stalking was odd, lurking around you even if he wasn’t invited. showing up to your house on his own accord, as if he owned the place.
he knew it was creepy, and quite frankly — he couldn’t bring himself to care.
he loved that you let him be creepy. anyone else probably would have pushed him away, forced him to stop. but you didn’t, which lead him to go as far as he did. groping, rubbing, and caressing your skin as you lie idle. blissfully unaware of the things he thought, the words he had mumbled, the pictures he had the urge to take.
“i know.” mumbling the words into the crook of your neck, jisung nibbled on the skin before following them with short licks. sliding his hands under your shirt to pinch at your waist.
as he worked his way down, you simply let him. because you enjoyed it. gripping onto his jet black strands at every bite, a labored sigh following every lick of his tongue.
removing his head from your neck, jisung tugged at the hem of your shirt. pulling it out and off your body, giving himself access to the rest of your torso. placing small kisses against the skin, he stopped just before the band of your sleep shorts.
“i waited, so long.” whispering to himself, his fingers slipped under the waistband, silently pleading for you to lift your hips. allowing for him to tug down the material and discard of it onto the floor.
draping your legs over his shoulders, park wasted no time — flattening his tongue against your still clothed cunt. moaning against the fabric, the vibrations caused your hips to buck up. using his hands to keep you in place, jisung rested his head against your thigh.
“i was so patient you know. considered just making you give it up to me, but this is so much better.” mumbling against your skin, the moment would have been considered sweet if it weren’t for the words that came from his mouth.
it was a gross scene in retrospect, but you could think about that later as he gave you no time to truly balance the weight of his words. pushing your panties to the side, and attaching his lips to your clit. sucking and licking as if he was the most experienced man in the world.
the action of course caused your body to violently react — harshly holding onto his hair as he got to work. uncontrollably, and honestly embarrassing, moans mixed with the obscenely loud slurping noises that park made. as your toes curled and back arched, he pulled your hips closer to his face. humping the edge of your couch cushions, jisung was slowly losing himself between your legs.
and it made you quickly lose your mind. with the sleepy haze, and intense pleasure that pulsed through your body, it wasn’t an easy feat to stay present and alert. head lolling to the side, all your senses are heightened, yet nonexistent at the same time. a particularly powerful thrust of his fingers rocketing you back into reality, only for his tongue to ease you back into a delirious state. 
giving you one more long lick, he lifted himself up. eagerly tugging at his own pants, park pulled his sweats and boxers down to his knees — freeing his aching and alarmingly red cock from it’s confinements.
dazed and unaware, jisung gripped onto your chin. connecting your lips. as his lips ravished yours, he could only hope and pray you don’t realize that he didn’t have a condom, and had no plans on retrieving one either.
kissing the corners of your lips, he lifted your hips and gently rubbed the skin. lining himself up, he slowly pushed himself inside. throwing his head back, your higher moana again mixed and mingled with his lower groans.
“i love you so much, oh my god.” mostly speaking to himself, jisung wasn’t slow with his thrusts. his hips meeting yours every few seconds, he wasn’t bound to last.
he was a virgin after-all.
hunching over your body, park continued to mumble i love yous into your hair. hips freezing up for a second when your arms wrapped around his neck — pulling him down into yet another kiss. moaning into your mouth, his body tensed before he knew it. emptying out inside, you were quick to follow. your cum mixing before trickling down your leg and onto the old couch.
nothing compares to a quite evening alone, but that never happens. not with jisung present. in the end, he took whatever peace you could have, all away from you.
after the fact — hey guys!! i actually hope you enjoyed this just as much as i enjoyed writing it. i don’t know if it’s obvious, but ptv and paramore really inspired me to write this. if you couldn’t tell from the title and lyric usage throughout the whole thing. i tried to add a little story, i hope it makes sense😞 pls dont tell me if it doesn’t actually.
🎸⋆｡ Rockstar!Jisung x fem!reader (ft. crush!haechan)
🎸⋆｡ Synopsis- Everyone’s been raving about Black Horizon, and now they’re in town for a concert. You never paid them any mind—didn’t even know who they were, that was until you discovered that their lead guitarist is your long lost childhood best friend. You’re finally reunited, but at what cost?
🎸⋆｡ genre/warnings- toxic friends with benefits, smut (MDNI!), angst, slight fluff, multiple smut scenes, jealousy, arguing, alcohol, smoking, cursing, heartbreak, misunderstanding, mental illness mentions. (All will be listed when the official fic is out)
🎸⋆｡ W/c- estimated 10k-20k. 2.3k for preview.
🎸⋆｡ Release Date- April 5th
a/n- omg guys. I’m so excited and I’m working really hard to get this out. I hope you enjoy this preview, and the fic when it drops! mwah mwah 💋
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January 15th, the night everything changed.
It started like any other night. You stood in front of your mirror, adjusting the tight ponytail. The soft hum of the fan filled the quiet room as you smoothed your hands over your uniform, ensuring everything was in place before grabbing your bag. Another long, late shift at the bar awaited you. The tips were good, but the exhaustion was there before you had even clocked in.
Setting your things down in the employee locker area, you barely had a moment to breathe before a familiar voice called out behind you.
"Hey Y/n."
You turned, instantly recognizing the warm tone, and found yourself meeting Haechan's eyes.
"Hey Haechan." You smiled instinctively, as if it was second nature.
He leaned against the doorway, his usual effortless charm on full display. His dark hair was slightly messy, his lips in that easygoing grin that always seemed to linger when he was around you.
"Thank you again for covering my shift tomorrow." He said with sincerity in his voice. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Yeah, no problem." You waved him off, though you couldn't help but appreciate the gratitude. "Anything to rake in some extra money."
His eyes lit up in understanding. "For your cafe, right?"
"Of course." You responded without hesitation.
The cafe had been your dream for as long as you could remember. Every extra shift, every tip jar stuffed with crumpled bills, it all went toward making that dream a reality.
Haechan smiled. "I would wish you good luck, but you don't need it. I know you can do it."
For a moment, you forgot to breathe. It always felt like he saw something in you that even you doubted sometimes.
"Aw, thanks Haechan." Your smile grew, warmth blooming in your chest.
Silence stretched between you for a minute too long, the kind of quiet that felt loaded. His eyes held yours, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.
Clearing your throat, you broke the moment. "Well… um, you should get going. To make sure you're ready for your date tomorrow."
His reaction was instant, an awkward giggle as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh yeah. It's not a date though, just going to a concert with a friend."
"Your hangout." You corrected. "Who are you going to see?" You asked, curiosity getting the better of you.
"A band called Black Horizon."
You tilted your head. "Never heard of them."
Haechan smirked. "Yeah, that's typical. They're a relatively new band, but they're gaining a lot of popularity. You should check them out."
"I will." You nodded, making a mental note to look them up later.
He hesitated for a second, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. You could feel it again, that silence that felt loaded, but just as quickly as it came, it was gone.
"Yeah, I'll see you later." He gave you one last smile before turning to leave.
You watched him go, exhaling softly once he was out of sight.
Haechan was cute, kind, considerate. Everything you wanted in a guy, but no matter how many moments like this passed between you, neither of you ever crossed that line. He didn't make a move, and you never dared to. Maybe it was easier that way. Maybe it was better to let things stay as they were.
With a deep breath, you pushed those thoughts aside and stepped onto the floor, slipping behind the bar. The night was just beginning.
The bar was buzzing per usual. It never really bothered you—if anything, the flow of customers made the hours slip by faster. There were moments like now though, when the chaos pressed in a little too much.
You turned your back to the crowd, facing the liquor shelf restocking bottles. In reality, you just needed a second. A second to breathe, to let the ache in your feet settle before another round of drink orders came in. The bar was packed tonight, but for once no one was calling your name. At least, not yet.
"Excuse me, Miss?"
You closed your eyes briefly, inhaling deeply. So much for a break.
"Give me a second, sir." You replied, turning around. Your breath caught in your throat. The face in front of you familiar, yet changed.
Your heart stuttered, then pounded. It had to have been, what, five years? Five years since you'd last seen him. Five years of brief thoughts about him, wondering where he was now. You had figured he was off chasing his dreams, too busy to look back, too far removed from your life to ever cross paths with you again.
And yet, here he was.
He blinked, his own surprise mirroring yours. His lips parted slightly, as if trying to confirm you weren't just some trick of the dim bar lighting.
"Y/n?!" His voice was filled with disbelief, his body instinctively leaning closer across the counter.
"Jisung?" You set the cocktail shaker down, barely aware of it leaving your hands.
He let out a breath, shaking his head with a disbelieving laugh. "What a fucking coincidence. I was just thinking about you."
"You were?" Your brows lifted slightly.
"Yeah, totally. I just landed back here after forever. How could my mind not wander to my closest friend growing up?" He grinned, though there was something unreadable in his expression.
You exhaled a small laugh, the weight of the moment pressing against your chest. "That's sweet." You forced yourself to slip back into professionalism, wiping your hands on a bar rag. "What can I get you to drink?"
"Shit—sorry, vodka lemonade please." He settled fully onto the barstool now, elbows resting on the cold counter. "How have you been?"
"I've been good. Just working, saving up." You started mixing his drink, pouring the vodka over ice. "What about you?"
"Life's been good to me lately." He admitted, a lightheartedness in his tone, but his eyes searched yours like he wasn't sure what to say next.
"That's amazing." You smiled, genuinely happy for him. "What brings you back here? I thought you moved away a few years ago and didn't look back."
Jisung chuckled, rubbing his jaw. "Yeah, I did, but I have a concert tomorrow."
You quirked an eyebrow. "Wait hold on. Is it for that Black Horizon group?"
His lips curled into a small grin. "Yep."
You groaned dramatically. "Why does everyone like this band except me?" You slid his drink across the counter.
"Ouch." He gasped, placing a hand over his chest in offense.
"I'm serious!" You laughed. "I've never heard of them, but somehow everyone else has. Even my coworker is going to the concert tomorrow."
Jisung tilted his head, eyes glinting. "You should come. Just to check it out. I bet you'd like it."
You hesitated, shaking your head slightly. "I would, but I have work. Besides, I don't have a ticket."
His response came instantly, a little too eager. "I can get you in—for free."
Your lips twitched into an amused smirk. "Are you trying to sneak me in? I didn't take you for a criminal Jisung."
He laughed, holding his hands up in innocence. "No illegal activity here."
You narrowed your eyes playfully. "Or do you work with the band or something?"
He hummed nonchalantly, taking a sip of his drink. "Something like that."
Your brows furrowed. "Wait, do you seriously work with the artist? That's sick."
His grin widened. "Yeah, the lead guitarist actually."
Your stomach dropped slightly. The realization hitting you.
"Jisung... you're part of the band?"
He gave you a sheepish smile. "Surprise!"
Your eyes widened. "Are you serious?! That's insane. Is that why you left, to become part of a huge band?"
The excitement was evident in your voice, but as soon as you spoke, something in his expression shifted. His eyes darkened slightly, his playful smirk fading just a little.
"Okay, but let's not forget you left first." He pointed out, his tone a mix of teasing and something else.
Your stomach twisted.
"Jisung—"
"No, I'm serious. I'm still salty about that by the way." He finished off his drink in one last swig, setting the empty glass down with a soft clink.
You sighed, gripping the counter. "Look, it's not my fault my mom withdrew me junior year and cut contact with everyone. I didn't have a choice." Your voice softened, but there was a weight behind your words. "And let's not forget, you were the one who said you never wanted to talk to me again. So if anything, I guess I'm salty too."
Jisung exhaled, running a hand through his hair. For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then he cracked a small, lopsided grin.
"Whatever."
He reached into his wallet, pulling out a twenty dollar bill and sliding it toward you. "Let's make it up to each other." He said. "Come to the concert."
"I would, but I seriously have to work tomorrow. I'm covering someone's shift, so I can't back out. Sorry." You said, lips falling into a small frown.
Jisung nodded, though there was something unreadable in his gaze. "It's okay." He pushed the twenty closer to you, tapping his fingers against the counter.
"It was nice seeing you Y/n." His voice was quieter this time.
Before you could say anything else, he stood up, slipping away into the crowd.
Five years.
And just like that, he was gone again.
You tried to push the interaction with Jisung out of your mind.
Tried.
Even so, you focused on your work, keeping busy until your boss finally gave you the okay to step out for a break. You didn't hesitate. The moment you were free, you slipped outside, inhaling the cold night air as if it could wash away the weight of anything.
You leaned against the rough brick wall of the building, closing your eyes for a moment, letting yourself just be. Until a familiar voice cut through the quiet.
"You're off work?"
Your eyes snapped open, turning instinctively toward the sound. Jisung stood a few feet away, hands buried in the pockets of his jacket, his expression unreadable under the dim glow of the streetlights.
Your heart jumped just a little. You hadn't expected to see him again so soon.
"Did you follow me out here?" You asked, a smirk tugging at your lips.
He grinned, rocking on his heels. "Maybe."
You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head. "A musician and a stalker. How many more surprises are you gonna hit me with?"
"I never changed." He shrugged.
His words hung in the air, heavier than they should have been. Jisung pulled a box of cigarettes from his pocket, flipping it open with ease.
He tapped one out, sliding it between his lips before angling the box toward you. You glanced at it, then back at him, shaking your head.
"I quit."
Jisung's eyebrows lifted slightly, but he didn't question it. Instead, he closed the pack and tucked it away.
"And you never changed, huh?" You teased, watching as he pulled a lighter from his pocket.
He rolled his eyes with a quiet chuckle, flicking the lighter open. The small flame illuminated his face for half a second before he lit the cigarette, inhaling deeply. Smoke drifted into the night air as he exhaled slowly, his gaze momentarily drifting before settling on you again.
"You know those things aren't good for you, right?" You said, crossing your arms. "Your words, not mine."
Jisung paused mid drag, giving you a pointed look before blowing the smoke out to the side.
"My words years ago." He corrected. "When you were sneaking smokes at sixteen."
You scoffed. "Oh whatever. I was young and dumb. What's your excuse now?"
He hummed, rolling his cigarette between his fingers as he considered his answer. "I guess I have none." Another slow inhale... another exhale. "But shit changes."
You eyed him carefully. "That sounds like an excuse."
Jisung smirked. "I don't know, being young and dumb sounds like an excuse too."
"Is there a problem or something?" You asked, tilting your head slightly. "Why did you follow me out here?"
Jisung held your gaze for a second longer before flicking his cigarette to the ground, grinding it out with the heel of his shoe.
"I just wanted to talk, catch up a little." His voice was softer now, more serious. "Is there a problem or something?"
You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. "No, but I'm at work. So if you'll excuse me." You started, moving to step past him.
"You should come to my hotel room after the concert." The words tumbled out quickly, like he hadn't meant to say them.
Slowly, you turned back around, raising an eyebrow. "Why?" You tried to sound indifferent, but curiosity was evident in your voice.
Jisung ran a hand through his hair, exhaling before meeting your eyes again. "Just to catch up."
My mother taught me not to go places with strangers." You teased, a smirk on your lips.
"Oh, so I'm a stranger now?" He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly.
You didn't answer, just turned away with a small smile, but then his voice cut through the air, lower, almost hesitant.
"I missed you, I can't lie."
You stopped in your tracks as you turned back, eyes narrowing just slightly. "Missed?" You echoed, your tone teasing, but your curiosity genuine.
His gaze met yours, steady now, but serious in a way that made your heart skip.
"Just come."
You hesitated for a moment, searching his face. Then you smirked slightly, turning to walk away. "My number's the same."
Jisung stayed where he was, watching as you disappeared back inside. For the first time in a long time, he smiled—really smiled. Because whether you realized it or not, that was as good as a yes.
in some episodes, the dream members mention how jisung is rude off camera, nobody really writes fics about jisung being a hardcore dom so... bf jisung is punishing you for being a bad girl, he talks down to you, chokes you so hard you're incoherent, he spits in your mouth and forcing you to swallow it, making you stick your tongue out all to make sure you swallowed it while keeping eye contact
literally training you to be his good little girl
he uses your throat for his own pleasure, throat fucking until your gagging up your fucking lunch all on his cock
daddy kink and fucks you so deep, youre down to tearssss. just SO MEAN, rough and dirty. he makes you feel like you deserve this punishment, you do deserve this punishment.
he spanks you until your crying and squirming in his lap, but he doesnt care how much you cry, COUNT, he wants you COUNT. after constant pleas, begging to be released and "im sorry, ill be a good girl daddy", he finally loosens up his grip. "thank you", you say when hes done punishing you.
jisung lays you down behind you on the bed, caressing your side. "good girl", he says leaning down to kiss you under your ear. you groan under his touch, still experiencing aftershock from the pleasure of being tormented at the hands of an attractive man. laying in his comfort, your stomach grumbles loudly.
"you want takeout?"
tbc.
obv first time writing on tumblr, but im ovulating and my mind spiraled after seeing a good ass jisung edit.. if anyone likes where this would have gone PLEASE feel free to nodify this and tag me >w^L
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❝ i don’t care if she has a pretty face; if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.❞
PAIRING ▸ lee jeno x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, fight club au, rich kid au, college au, strangers to lovers
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, violent themes (fighting), mentions of blood, 7dream are all part of the fight club, ft. best friends karina and sungchan, sneaking around, fingering, strength/size kink, oral (fem. receiving), choking, sex ofc, lowkey corruption kink, also i swear jeno is soft
SUMMARY ▸ after park jisung introduces you to his shady after-school activity, you realize it’s far too dangerous to be involved with the underground fight club in any way. their members are rough around the edges—except for lee jeno, who keeps you coming back for more.
PLAYLIST ▸ atm by j. cole • baby don’t stop by nct u • new axis by nct u • nate growing up by labyrinth
WORD COUNT ▸ 11,914 words
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ WOOO ITS FINALLY OUT i hope you guys like it and lmk what u think !! ♡ remember when this was supposed to be 5k words LOL + another note and the tag list is at the bottom (sorry i forgot to respond to yall in the comments but i think i got everyone!) and thank you again for all the love :’)
THIS WAS A BAD IDEA.
In fact, this was a terrible idea.
Jisung didn’t seem to think too much of it, but you felt completely out-of-place among the crowd of sweaty males. It wasn’t like you were left in the dark about your best friend’s hobbies, but you didn’t expect to see him beating up a bulkier man in a dingy, low-light warehouse.
It was hard to wrap your head around the shocking realization that Park Jisung was a good fighter. He was soft-spoken and gentle most of the time, so seeing your best friend punching another man with all his might was throwing you off. Jisung didn’t look like much compared to the other man, but he was swift enough to pin the man down and twist his arm at a dangerous angle behind his back.
“Alright, ‘Sung,” someone called when it was clear Jisung’s opponent wasn’t getting up. “I think it’s safe to say he tapped out.”
Another scoffed in response. “Did he say that, Jaemin?”
“He’s practically gone limp, Chenle. Just call it already,” Jaemin responded flatly.
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