just more than i like you

gunil

- gunils hands are sooo underappreciated

- tough, calloused palms from years of working out and playing the drums 🤤

- you love it when he uses them to show how strong he is !

- gripping your jaw to make you look him in the eye as he fucks you into the mattress slowly <3

- tries to be gentle but can’t help leaving marks sometimes

jungsu

- hhhngggggg jgnsuuuu

- his hands are so soft so gentle

- they’re large too and he can hold both of your wrists in one grip

- which comes in handy when he’s holding your arms up above your head as he pounds you !!

- his hands always leave large, reddish prints all over your ass and hips <3

gaon

- small pretty hands

- but also. veins

- likes it when you trace your fingers along the prominent veins on his hands

- underappreciated with his fingers

- spreads your pussy open when he’s eating you out

- loves to smack your wet cunt and hear the nasty noises it makes !

ode

- alright.

- #1 hand kink offender of the group

- he’s so obvious about it it’s funny

- always lends you a hand, or rather, his fingers

- lets u suck on them while he works at a desk!! your cute little head laid in his lap while he types away with his left hand and shoves two fingers down your throat with his right until you’re gagging <3

junhan

- guitarist fingers. yeah

- junhan knows exactly what he’s doing whenever he gets his hands covered in juice or sauce or something and he licks it off. really slowly. with eye contact.

- his fingers are pure art

- you make sure to tell him that when he gropes every inch of you when you’re both hot and bothered

- whenever he’s done fingering you he always makes sure to clean up by licking his fingers clean ! he’s a neat boy and you make sure he knows by showering him in praises

jooyeon

- gorgeous perfect hands !!

- one time he wasn’t feeling like sex

- so you proposed an unconventional alternative

- you grind your bare cunt up and down his laid out hand, feeling every muscle and vein

- you let out little sighs, peaking joo’s interest and causing him to press his hand up against you, the friction making you gasp a bit

- jooyeon didn’t expect it to feel so…erotic

- begs to finger you afterwards literally anything he just wants you to make those noises for him again

In the bar, you sit across from Jooyeon, halfway through your drinks.

He’s very relaxed tonight; yesterday he caught up on sleep so he’s well rested. His jacket is slung over the chair, and his hair, which he let you style for him in the bathroom, is slicked back. His lips smile easily at you.

Tonight, he’s your boyfriend - just that.

Until the couple appears; they step into your circle without asking permission. The guy smiles easy while the girl sharper. It doesn’t take you more than a second to notice that her eyes are already snagged on Jooyeon like hooks.

“Hey,” she says, voice pitched high with enthusiasm that hasn’t earned its place yet. She steps too close, you notice. “Sorry to interrupt, we just uhm… Are you from here?”

Jooyeon, nice as always, answers; with a soft laughter tucked into his words that immediately makes the girl move even closer.

He always gives people space to speak. He always smiles, open and inviting, you know this about him like the back of your own hand. His ease with strangers is one of the things you love most about him.

But not tonight.

The girl’s attention sharpens as she keeps the questions coming - they’re hardly questions at all, they're just excuses to keep Jooyeon talking while her boyfriend drifts away, distracted by someone he recognises at the bar.

When Jooyeon mentions the band, like it’s nothing more than another job, she squeals. The effect is immediate.

“Oh my god!” She exclaims, nearly louder than the disco beat pounding through the speakers. “You’re in a band?” She spins on her heels, hair whipping as she calls out. “Babe, come here! He’s in a band!”

When she yells babe you assume she calls out for her boyfriend. But you’re wrong.

Another girl you’ve never seen before in your life walks to your table, eyes bright with interest. A short, disbelieving breath escapes you.

This is absurd.

The word band blasts again, and you feel it lodge somewhere under your ribs, impossible to ignore.

Jooyeon smiles, bashful now, waving it off like he always does. “Yeah, it’s not a big deal.”

But the girls’ eyes are shining, their attention vibrating like neon. Their questions multiply: what kind of music? Do you go on tours? Are you famous?

Jealousy rises inside you in hot, unwelcome waves. You hate it. You hate jealousy - how small and insignificant it makes you feel, how it shrinks you, making you feel invisible. You try to drown it with the last of your drink, force it down like something poisonous. Someone like you, who loves someone like Jooyeon, should know better than to feel jealousy. Jealousy ruins relationships like yours, you've seen it happen countless times.

You trust Jooyeon because you know him. He’s just being social and kind the way he always is. Still, your annoyance simmers, stubborn and unyielding.

This girl isn’t even trying to be subtle.

“Do you come here often?” She asks, head tilted, voice sweet and purring.

“Uh, no,” Jooyeon replies, then shifts one of his hands deliberately to lace fingers with yours. “My girlfriend actually picked this place tonight.”

And you will not be coming back soon.

Her boyfriend, if that's what he is, reappears at her side, cheerful and oblivious to what’s going on. The conversation swells further, voices overlapping, and your heart starts to race.

You reach for your phone. The screen lights up in blue and you pretend to scroll once. “Anyways,” you speak up, voice bored but steady, eyes still on the screen. “Our friend will be here any minute now.”

You lift your gaze just in time to catch the girl's smile falter, just for a second before it snaps back into place.

“Oh, right,” she says. “Yeah, of course! It was nice talking to you…”

She throws one last lingering look at Jooyeon. You see it so clearly - how desperately she wants to be remembered.

Jooyeon nods politely, already looking back down at his drink.

Once they're gone, the silence settles between you until he reaches for your hand again.

“You okay?” His brows lift suspiciously.

You look up at him, and his gaze softens slightly, the way it always does whenever your eyes find him.

“I am now.” You reply, then glance away.

“Oh come on!” He laughs, fingers tightening briefly around yours. When you pull your hand away, he doesn't follow - he just keeps smiling in that effortless, charming grin that tells you he's not going to take this seriously. “You were adorable just now. Pretending to be all busy on your phone. What? Got a little jealous?” He leans forward, eyes gleaming bright.

You exhale sharp through your nose in frustration. “I wasn’t jealous.”

Of course, unbothered, he laughs. “You were. You still are.”

“I’m not,” you argue. “I’m annoyed.”

“Mhm.” He nods, leaning back in his chair. His gaze drifts away, the smile finally fading. “You're the one who insisted we go out tonight.” He looks back at you, brows lifting in rising irritation; the faint slit through one eyebrow catches the light as his expression sharpens. “I agreed, but I’m not allowed to talk to people now? Is that what this is?”

The words hit harder than you expect. Your mouth opens, then closes, uncertain of what to say first. When you finally speak, your voice is lower and laced in cold disbelief.

“I insisted? I suggested we go out because I barely see you anymore.” You say, shifting slightly closer so you avoid raising your tone.

Jooyeon frowns, confusion flickering across his features. It's not like you've never had this conversation before.

“I wanted one night,” you continue, eyes burning now. “One. I wanted one date because I don’t remember the last time we had one.” You pause to take a breath then continue: “Not after a show when you’re too exhausted to hold a conversation. Not backstage. Just you and me. A real date. That’s what I suggested we do tonight.”

Jooyeon exhales, searching for words that don't come. When your chair scrapes loudly against the floor, his head snaps up. “What—“

“We’re leaving.”

“Baby…”

“I’m done.” You cut in, gathering your things. “I don’t want to talk about this here.”

For a fleeting second you really consider walking out without waiting for him, but the room is crowded; there are too many eyes, including hers somewhere. You refuse to give her that pleasure, so you wait.

Sighing, Jooyeon drags a hand through his dark hair and goes to pay. The minutes stretch thin and fragile while you just stare at nothing, your pulse thumping loud in your ears.

When he comes back with the receipt folded in his hand, his expression seems to have changed; it's more cautious now. He reaches for your hand, gentle but firm. “Let’s go.”

Of course, as he expected, you slip away and start walking ahead.

Your attitude doesn’t soften in the uber ride home. Every time he searches for your hand, every time his palm settles on your thigh in quiet reassurance, you pull away, gaze fixed on the opposite window.

You’re aware you said things you shouldn’t have, and things you don’t fully mean. Jooyeon always tries. You know how hard he works and bends his schedule to show up. This isn’t about mistrust. It’s about the anticipation you allowed yourself - you planned it all so carefully in your head (the place, the clothes, the intimate conversations, the romance). But most of all, it’s about how he turned it back on you, like you’re the problem for wanting a special night in the first place.

You roll your eyes when he leans closer again, cooing at your ear.

“How can I make it up to my pretty girl, hm?” He murmurs. “The night doesn’t need to end here, baby.”

“The night already ended at the bar,” you say, snappy. “Obviously, you weren’t in the mood to spend time with me in the first place.“

The words surprise you too. But once they’re out you can’t do anything about them. Something inside you is fuming, and just keeps you pushing: to talk, to argue, to provoke him.

You cross your arms in front of your chest when he goes hey, waiting for you to look at him. But you ignore him, like it was the wind or something.

Then, your head is turned to the left. Your gaze is suddenly forced on him and you have nowhere else to look. Not that there’s anything else you’d rather gaze at right now - he is extremely hot when he gets mad.

“Hey,” Jooyeon repeats, firmer this time. His grip steadies you in one place as his fiery eyes hypnotise you. “Watch your mouth.”

You tilt back, just slightly to really look at him. Something in your own gaze must intrigue him because his grip doesn’t loosen - if anything, it firms, fingers warm against your jaw as he studies you.

It seems like he’s not aware of how much he turns you on sometimes when he’s angry. He’s not sure how to read your reaction. So, you decide to throw a little hint:

“Or what?”

The challenge in your quiet voice makes something in his gaze shift.

“I’ll find a way to shut it up myself,” he answers.

You hum softly, almost amused, and let the moment stretch. You don’t show it, but his words definitely made your pulse stutter. Slowly and performatively, you lick your lips before responding.

“If you were confident enough,” you say, voice smooth as silk, “you would’ve found a way by now.”

His thumb twitches against your cheek once. His jaw tightens, not angry, but more focused.

“That so?” He murmurs with a half-smirk.

You watch his eyes flick to your mouth, and just when they lock with yours again, the car stops.

It takes a second for both of you to catch your breath and remember your surroundings.

The second the apartment door clicks shut behind you, Jooyeon doesn’t say a word. He moves past you and heads straight into the bedroom. He sits on the edge of the mattress and shrugs out of his jacket. A tired breath leaves him as he drags a hand through his hair, shoulders sagging for the first time all night.

You follow a moment later, intending to reach for your nightstand, but you barely take two steps before his arms catch you.

He pulls you in without a warning and suddenly you’re sinking down onto his lap, the space between you disappearing completely.

A chuckle escapes you before you can stop it, but his hands stay on you, like you belong there; back against his chest, warm and solid. For a moment he just looks at you - the night’s frustration still clings to him, it still flickers in his eyes.

Then, he leans in. For a small, slow kiss; his mouth brushes yours, barely there. When you don’t pull away and tilt into it instead, he deepens the moment in a way that makes your breath hitch.

Now, it’s a smug, challenging kind of kiss. Wet and insistent. It has your hips shifting against him; the sudden friction makes both of you whine into each other’s mouths.

He pulls back only a fraction, lips hovering close enough that you keep feeling his breath.

“Still gonna talk like that now that we’re home?” He asks, voice teasing and threaded with heat. “Hm? Or was that just a show?”

Feeling his warm lips trace your jaw, you tilt your head against his shoulder, letting him press more and more sloppy kisses - from the corner of your mouth to your neck. He moves quick and greedy, but the motions of his hands roaming your body make it feel like he’s savouring every small twitch of yours.

“You were pretty bold earlier,” he lets out a small, humourless laugh. Then, he grips the hem of your dress only to drag it all the way up to your waist. “Wonder if you’re gonna keep that energy.”

That’s when you meet his eyes - in the long mirror across the room. He lifts one hand to your face and squeezes it in that same possessive way from earlier that makes your stomach flip.

“Yeah, look.” He murmurs approvingly. “figured you should be able to look at yourself when you talk so cocky.”

You can feel how the room starts to feel a little smaller, with his arms around you, and much more warmer. Heat rises to your cheeks simultaneously pooling in your core.

Jooyeon smirks, satisfied at your lack of speech. “You’re cute when you’re all flustered.”

“I’m not flustered…” you protest only to have your cheeks gripped harder.

“Ah, there it is.” He sighs as if disappointed. “Spoiled little brat.”

Before you can say anything, you’re on your feet and he removes your panties. The excitement of not knowing what his next step might be swirls in your tummy - it’s thrilling. Yet… you still turn around before he makes a move, and place a hand on his chest like you’re ready to take over.

“Nuh uh,” he murmurs amused, fingers closing around your wrist. “You’re sitting back here, baby.”

Your balance shifts as he draws you back against him. In one swift motion, he turns you, guiding you until your back settles against his chest and you’re facing the mirror again. His legs bracket yours as you land on his lap, exactly where he wants you. “There…” he says lowly, chin hovering near your shoulder. “Right here… on my cock.”

The reflection catches everything - the way his hands rest on your hips, squeezing obsessively as he spreads you wide open; the way your breath stalls for a second when you realise how erected he is. His eyes drift to meet yours in the mirror across the room, his lips part with intent.

“Feel how hard it is already?” He says smoothly. “See what you do to me?”

“I want you,” you plead quietly. “Please, baby…”

As if that was some sort of a command, Jooyeon dips fingers to your bare pussy. His gaze never leaves your reflection as he finds your clit, circling it with his middle finger - in the most light, tender touch.

“Yeah?” He smirks then plants an open mouthed kiss on that spot just below you ear that always gives you goosebumps. “Now you wanna be a good girl all of a sudden?”

He rubs your sensitive spot a few seconds longer, twitching in his trousers every time you moan, and you think he might give you what you asked for. However, the nice motions stop and the first flat-handed spank comes - quick and easy.

Your body responds with a jolt, and that provokes the heavy palm to fall on your aroused clit one more time immediately after.

Already entertained, Jooyeon mocks your soft yelp while his other hand makes sure you stay spread apart for him. “You thought you were gonna get away with it, huh?” He rasps as a new slap strikes your pussy; same place, but the sting is harsher. “Bad girl.”

His dominant hand comes down - deliberate, harder. Whining, you try to snap your legs shut, but he’s strong. He pins them back open with a grin on his face.

“Aw, don’t be like that now,” he coos, but there’s a quiet fury still creeping in his voice. “Spit.” He orders, almost casually, when he lifts a palm to your mouth.

A small string of saliva trickles through your lips. But it’s not enough - Jooyeon lets out a displeased tsk with his tongue. “I know you can give more than that.”

More spit pools in his palm, then finally he smears it all over your throbbing clit, leaving a single string to dangle from your chin.

The pressure inside you rapidly increases as his wet touch slides up and down, pressing a little harder at the top before dipping into your entrance.

Once the tip of his finger slips into you for a third time - vanishing just as quickly - you shudder, looking for something to grip on for support. The warm knot tightens overwhelmingly fast. “Please—“

All you get is more spanks. And nothing else. Two. Three… Five.

Eight. Fourteen.

Eventually, you stop counting.

All you acknowledge is the pressure, the heat. The friction. The way his palm gets warmer, rougher, and your clit - further stimulated, but not enough to help you reach release. Soon, your skin begins to sting, but Jooyeon’s grin remains smug on his lips.

“Baby, please—“ you mewl, restless hips shifting against his crotch. “I’m so…”

“Horny?” He purrs mockingly. “Is the little slut horny?”

You find his eyes in the mirror and nod slowly with puckered lips. “Yes… I’m horny. So horny—please…”

“Gonna cum just from this, aren’t you?” His smirk fades and he strikes again; the lewd sound of his weight landing against your puffy clit fills the air, clashing with your shameless moan.

Without a warning, he shoves two fingers inside you, and groans at the puddle. “Fuck! Look at this soaked pussy…” As he pumps them in and out, he can feel his own temperature rise. He curls his digits, aiming deeper for that special spot.

The wet squelch magnifies as he strengthens his wrist; your eyes roll back. You’re so, so close…

Then, suddenly he pulls out - only to slap you with his slick palm even meaner than before, and leave you clenching around air.

“Baby!” A needy sob escapes you as you quiver helplessly in his arms. You start to pant now, you can feel your eyes watering from being denied so harshly.

“Open,” he rasps, gaze darting to your face as he tries to hold himself together.

You blink, tilting your woozy head to see his reflection better, but he’s not talking about your eyes.

“Open that mouth.” He grunts; his impatience running out. “Show me how you’re gonna take my cock.”

Obedient and quiet, you open wide. There’s no more of that glare you punished him with in the car. Just pure lust and desperation.

“That’s right,” he groans, invading your mouth with his stained, messy fingers; they press on your tongue roughly, like they purposefully want to reach further than you can manage. “You’ll take it all the way down… since you can’t seem to keep that filthy mouth shut.”

He draws out all the way down and emphasises on it by shoving deeper into your throat. This forces you to gag loudly, but instead of letting you have a proper breath, Jooyeon pushes his ring finger too.

“Suck, just like that… I want to see you choke on my cock.”

His fingers pull out and you finally breathe in. Quietly, you wait for him to catch all of your drool in his hand; heart skipping wildly. You know what’s coming now, and the anticipation is killing you.

You fist on the fabric of his pants, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. You wait for the loud smack, you wait for the impact, for the shocks to fly through your core…

What you don’t expect is for Jooyeon to cuss under his breath; voice laced with a new kind of tension. “Fuck it.”

He pushes you away, back flat against the mattress, and immediately starts undoing his belt as quick as he can.

Unlike you, he can’t wait any longer.

Next time he won’t go so easy on you, he tells himself. Next time…

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a.note ! genuinely don’t know what this turned into… i was in bed with the flu and all i knew was that i had to write something about that handsome look of his

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seungmin has always been like this, reckless and obnoxious. yet kind and gentle. he pretty much fell into an outrageous amount of money after his executive producer uncle passed and left him with a couple million dollars and a penthouse apartment in midtown manhattan. he grew up in an upper middle class family, so he was always comfortable, but this new lifestyle was definitely easy to adjust to. once he was 15 he started sneaking into the city’s hottest clubs and making friends with all the djs, promoters, models, and fellow avid party goers.

now at 23, he’s established himself as the party host of the city. you’ll find everyone from musicians, socialites, and anyone who passed seungmin’s styling rules at the door. you had to dress to impress to even make it in to the function, seungmin’s reasoning being he would never show up to someone else’s event dressed raggedy.

he’s also never fallen in love, too focused on his lifestyle to really commit to anyone. just knows he loves pretty people who call him pretty and can show him a good time. crushes rarely happened for him, honestly the last time he’s had a crush was probably as a teenager before he realized relationships weren’t for him. until now, meeting the cool new mysterious dj that everyone is talking about and is on every nyc facebook page. you were like this other worldly entity that floated on stage then disappeared never to be seen during the day.

seungmin developed a bit of an obsession with the idea of you. what did you do for a living outside of dj’ing? were you making enough already from these gigs that you didn’t need a day job? were you a nepo baby like him? what did you do for fun? your morning coffee order? were you even awake in the mornings? these kinds of questions would plague his mind every day, but when he finally got to see you at some club at the end of the week, he tried his absolute best to act as nonchalant as possible. there you were, as beautiful as the night sky. you were wearing what looked like the newest prada rtw collection. of course, you already have a connection to the industry...

after spending what felt like an eternity trying to come up with a plan on how he would approach you, seungmin was about to give up. that’s when he realized... he hosts parties! he can quite literally just book you for his next gig. quickly, he orders a shot of the hardest liquor available at the bar and makes a beeline to the stage. as you just finished your set and are putting away your equipment, he thinks this is the perfect time to come up to you about his next party. the closer he gets to you, the more time seems to slow down, you move your hair from your face, and it feels like everything is in slow motion… what is this feeling? it’s probably the absolut mixed with whatever he just had a shot with, for sure…

“hey, i’m seungmin, but everyone calls me sumi. i host parties, you’re probably familiar with them.” he mentally slaps himself in the face, god did he sound pretentious? eh.. he is a little pretentious, whatever. “for serious enquiries, you can send me an email, here.” you barely even glance up at him as you reach into your pocket to grab your business card. he hurriedly grabs the card from your hand, it’s hot pink and glittery with your information in bold black letters. “oh, okay, yeah, totally.” seungmin couldn’t believe himself as he hurriedly walked back to the bar, he needed another shot immediately.

going home that night feeling incredibly defeated, he sits down on his bed after finishing his nightly routine. laying on his california king bed, he eyes his jeans on the floor with your business card spilling out of it, without much thought, he grabs the card from the floor and lies back down. your dj name with NYC written under it is written in black glitter, with your email and facebook in the back. he notices something though, a scent- your perfume that he smelt on you has stained the card. it’s sweet, yet sultry… it smells divine. he can’t help but imagine your scent if you were there with him, your soft skin that brushed his hand when you passed him the card, your eyes shining in the club lights. seungmin wasn't one to lie to himself; he was incredibly turned on at just the idea of you being there with him.