pride and pcy

It’s Oh Sehun’s birthday, and normally, you’d find a way to Irish goodbye by midnight, but Sehun manages to find you every single time. It must be because he’s two heads taller than everyone in here.  

For the time being, you were sitting at the booth, sipping on your iced water, pretending it was a very, very watered-down cocktail. You did this to avoid Sehun coming over to you and making you take shots with him. A magician’s best crowd is a drunk audience, isn’t it? 

So here you were, waiting for your moment to slip out of the club while you people watch. Soojung and the rest of the girls were dancing together in their own little circle. They had tried to make you stay but knew better that you’d be cranky and moody if you did. Sehun, the birthday boy, was flicking his wrist and dancing with Chanyeol and some other guy whose name you forget.  

Sehun makes eye contact with you and raises his glass to you. You false a smile and sigh, taking a sip of your drink with him.  

And that’s when your eyes drift off to him.  

Kim Jongin. Or “Kai” as he likes to obnoxiously call himself. 

Kai was the douchiest, and you mean the absolute worst friend Sehun had to offer. He was the most disrespectful towards everyone’s time, always arriving late to parties and last to leave. He was also the instigator, buying shots for everyone when they clearly needed water instead. And if he wasn’t shoving drinks down people’s throats, he was in women’s throats shoving his own tongue down them. The man disgusted you, no, repulsed you.  

Sehun and the boys cheered when their (emphasis on their) friend finally showed up a little past midnight. Although you loathed Kai, you thanked him for this wonderful opportunity to leave while the birthday boy was distracted. You set the glass down on the table and get a move, slipping through the crevices of sweaty people. You’re almost out the door – smelling the fresh air from the exit. 

“Irish!!” 

The aggravating voice you hate so well catches your attention, unfortunately.  

“Shots!” Kai smirks when he spots you in the crowd – he's also a freakishly tall man.  

You’re about to leave, choosing to ignore him, when Sehun calls out your name with the drunkest smile splattered on his face. Now you have no choice but to stay just a biiit longer. 

“Have I told you how much I fucking loathe you?” You mutter for only Kai to hear, grabbing a shot from the tray. 

“You love me?” He leans down and puts a hand to his chest mockingly. 

“You know what I said, asshole.”  

He chuckles, clinking his shot with the guys and tries to with you. You simply roll your eyes and take the shot, pissed off. 

“Sucha bitch.” He mumbles before downing his tequila.  

The friend group was used to the two of you bickering, so none of this was out of the ordinary. They just hope you leave them out of it, which you did. At least you try to. You mostly had a problem with it when Kai would purposefully keep you around so you could take care of your shared drunk friends that he got wasted so that he could slip out and hook up with some woman he had just met.  

It was now closer to two, and you were growing cranky and crankier as the time went by. You tried to dance with the girls to forget how angry you were with Kai, but they were far too giddy and tipsy for you. You were just not at their level anymore - sober as a judge. 

Your eyes find Kai dancing with a girl, his back facing you and think this is your chance. Third time’s a charm, right? You bolt to the door, making sure not to make yourself seen by Sehun either. The fresh air hits your face and you’ve never been so happy to be out alone in the dark.  

You take the deepest breath and order an Uber, grinning to yourself at this newfound feeling of freedom. 

You walk a bit further when you don’t get matched right away. But ten minutes turn into twenty and you’re seriously debating just giving up and hauling a cab instead. 

“Fuck. I should’ve left hours ago.” You complain to no one but the cold night air. 

“Irish~” The familiar voice sings behind you. You turn around and find him with a woman at his side. You eye his hand placement on her hip. She’s nestled at his chest, giggling to god knows what. You look in disgust as she pulls open his dress shirt and starts peppering his chest with kisses. 

“That’s fucking gross.” You don’t hide the judgement in your face. The woman doesn’t seem to care, stuck in her own little world. “Honey, do you know how many STDs you’re going to get tonight if you sleep with this manwhore?” 

That seems to break the spell. You watch as the sparkle in her eyes disappears. You hold back your laugh as she walks back to the club like you pushed the factory reset button on her. The disbelief on Kai’s face as this happens right in front of him is priceless. You snap a picture when he turns to look at you. 

“And you’re an uptight cunt who doesn’t know how to let loose.” Kai spits out in pure hatred.  

“Awn, was that supposed to hurt my feelings? I’m soooo gonna cry tonight.” You feign hurt, blinking innocently as if you didn’t just ruin his entire night. Payback’s a bitch. Kai’s jaw tenses and you think you’ve won this battle. You chuckle one last time as you’re about to check on your Uber when Kai is suddenly hovering over you.  

It takes a second for you to register what’s happening. Your eyes capture every single detail: how he gulps when his fingers lace through your hair, how his cologne was making you go crazy with each breath, how his lips were plump and red from making out with that girl, and how he crashes them onto yours with a passion mixed with hunger and anger. 

And there must be something in the air tonight that makes Kai seem irresistible because you kiss him back. His hands find their way around your waist and he’s pulling you in closer to feel your body on his. His tongue swipes your bottom lip and you moan when you let him in to let your tongues wrestle.  

Your arms are around him, resting on his shoulders as you fight each other to be the dominant one in the kiss. You whimper when his lips leave yours. He steals your phone and cancels your Uber that’s clearly not coming anytime soon. 

“Hey!” You scold. 

“My car’s a block away.” Kai mutters against your lips, giving them a peck before he’s dragging you in that direction. 

“Who says I’m coming home with you?” You don’t stop, letting him pull you away.  

“Consider it your apology.” You can hear the smirk on his obnoxious face. 

“Apology? You should be apologizing to me! Fuck you, Kai.” 

“Ah, that’s what I’m trying to do. Get in.” Kai sits down in the driver’s seat, already putting his seat down and making space for you to get on top of him. He’s staring up at you expectantly, like he knows you’re gonna break. 

The pressure in your stomach grows and you feel yourself clench around nothing. Your body is desperately pleading for you to sink on his member and ride him into oblivion. Your mind is telling you to run, run girl. 

You take the deepest breath and quickly straddle him in small space. Kai grins as he closes the door for you. He doesn’t give you time to adjust and get comfortable, kissing you like he’s been starving for you. He has one hand caressing the back of your neck as you make out while the other pushes your panties to the side and plays with your cunt, spreading your wetness and circling your clit like it’s his job. And fuck, was he doing a good job. You wouldn’t let him know that though. 

“Is that it?”  

Kai laughs as you try to act tough. But the truth is your question comes out breathy and shakily. 

“Yeah, motherfucker?” He practically spits out, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling it, exposing your neck. He licks a long stride across your neck to your earlobe where he nibbles it a bit. He times it perfectly so his fingers start fucking you when you moan and eventually gasp instead. His pace is ruthless when he finds the spot that has you crying for more.  

“Is that it?” He mocks, his lips tickling the skin on your neck. He’s sucking on your neck like you’re in high school. You attempt to stop him from giving you a hickie but the grip he has on your hair tightens and he has you creaming all over his fingers. “How’s that?” 

He’s smiling at you as you try to gain your composure. He bites his lip when he feels your heat pulse around his fingers, wanting and needing more.  

“That better have not left a mark, you fucking dick.” You say, one hand rubbing on your neck while the other takes out his hardened member out of his pants. You hate to stroke his ego, but it bounces out of there like a challenge.  

“You’re drooling.” Kai chuckles, taking his tongue out to lick the shiny saliva off your lips. “What? Think you can’t take it?” 

You laugh it off, lining his member up with your entrance. Kai leans back with his hands behind his head, watching you do all the work. You tease him, rubbing his tip across your wet folds that he so generously made happen. He rolls his eyes when he thinks you’re trying to tease him. He tries to sit up, but you push him down roughly and leave a hand on his chest to keep him there. 

“This is nothing.” You lie. Kai hums, knowing what full of shit you are. You sink down on his cock slowly, feeling it stretch you in a way no one has ever truly done before. Your eyes shut and you bite your bottom lip at how filled you’ve become. Kai’s hands are at your hips, rubbing you up and down. 

“Take your time with it.” He encourages. You don’t realize you’re blushing until Kai cups your cheek.  

His hips thrust up into you slowly. You steady yourself on his shoulders as you try to move with him, bouncing on his dick at the same rhythm he was pushing himself into you. 

“That’s it. Not so bad, huh?” The frown on your face from the discomfort transforms into one of pleasure as you adjust to his size. You’ve never felt so fucking filled before. And to think Kai was the one to do it for you. Fuck. Life sure was a funny thing, wasn’t it? 

You’re a moaning mess above him, hopping on his dick like you were an olympian and this was your sport.  

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck.” You swear when you feel that pit in your stomach begin to tighten again. Kai has your forehead against his, holding you close to kiss you whenever he wants - or honestly, to shut you up. His grip on your waist is strong enough to leave marks. He needs this release as much as you do.  

“Shit, please, Y/N cum for me. I’m close.” His voice has never sounded so beautiful. Before you knew it, you were clenching around his member, screaming at the top of your lungs. You feel his warm release inside you fill the condom. He cums with a sigh, head falling onto your chest. Your hand finds comfort in his hair, stroking it in mindless circles.  

His dick twitches inside you whenever your pussy can’t help but clench around him. It hits that spot that gets you yelling for more.  

“I... Do you wanna come over?” You can’t ask him to his face, letting him stay near your breasts where you feel him smiling.  

“Put your address in.” He hands you his phone without so much as looking up at you. 

It’s quiet as you input your address in. 

“After tonight, this is never happening again...” You pause.  

“Keep typing.”  

“Oh god, shut up.” Jongin groans before slapping his hand over your mouth. His hips move speedily, slamming into your ass repeatedly. His hair is dripping a mix of sweat and water on your bare back. He has you bent over in the men’s showers. You’re desperately trying to keep it together, only able to hold yourself against the wall as he plummets himself into you from behind.  

You’re a complete and utter moaning mess, unable to contain the sounds of pleasure only Jongin is able to release from you. He has you panting in his hand, brows furrowing, knees weakening. His every inch fills you up so nicely that you can’t help but move his hand and moan out his name loudly, earning you a growl from Jongin. 

“Fuck Y/N, stay quiet.” He slaps your ass as punishment. 

You whimper when he removes himself from you and spins you around. He slams his lips onto yours to shut you up. He reaches for your leg and holds it up so its wrapped around his hip while his other hand grips onto your ass cheek. He slams you back onto his cock, moving you up and down as he kisses you quiet. Your arms are locked around his neck, holding on for dear life as he fucks you senseless.  

“Nini, you feel too fucking good inside of me.” You whisper against his lips. He doesn’t want to hear any of it. His brows are knit together, trying to get you both to finish as quickly as possible before anyone walks into the showers and hears your loud mouth. He lifts your other leg and has you in the air in a second. Your feet find the wall to balance yourself as Jongin continues to thrust into you, pace growing quicker and quicker.  

Jongin has given up on being quiet because clearly, you don’t fucking listen. The showers echo with the mixed sounds of your moans and Jongin’s grunts. If someone walked in right now, he would not hear the end of it from his father.  

“Fuck, cum for me, Y/N.” Jongin hits that spot inside of you desperately. “I’m so close.” He admits before finding your lips again, sucking onto your bottom lip hungrily.  

“Come on baby,” Jongin calls you by a pet name, knowing how much you love to pretend to be his. Your eyes shut tightly as you come undone on his cock, screaming out his name for the whole country club to hear. You groan when you feel Jongin’s grip on your ass tighten and his cum fills you up, member pulsing inside of you.  

“You never shut up, huh?” Jongin says out of breath as he lets you down gently. You hiss when he pulls out of you and you both watch as his cum falls out of you. Jongin turns the shower on to clean you once more, gently handling you. 

“You’re the only one that can get me like that.” You say, looking down at him as he washes the remainder of himself on you. He glances up at you, not believing a single word you say.  

“Mhm.” He hums, skeptical.  

You shrug, if he didn’t want to believe you, then that’s on him. 

“Believe what you want, Nini. I’m all yours.” 

He disregards you, completely ignoring what you said. 

“Come on, let’s go before they start looking for us.” Jongin stands back up and hands you a towel, all while avoiding eye contact with you. You frown. 

Your relationship with Jongin wasn’t complicated to you. You grew up in the same world. Your parents were good friends and encouraged you to spend lots of time together growing up. You were each other’s firsts: first kiss, first fuck, first everything. He was your person and you were his. 

Jongin had found out this morning that you let Chanyeol take you out for dinner on the night you didn’t want to hang out with him and he has been acting all moody and mean to you ever since. If you had known it would bother him this much, you would have never agreed to go in the first place. You’ve both been on dates with other people before. You’re not sure why Chanyeol is any different. 

He doesn’t talk to you as you both get dressed. Your hair is still wet but you’re too paranoid to stay any longer. The locker room has been empty for a suspiciously long time. You didn’t want to risk your luck any further.  

“I’ll see you later?” You ask, hoping Jongin would just let it go so you can have your sweet Nini back. 

“Mhm.”   

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Jongin makes it so painfully obvious that he is very upset with you.  

There’s an event tonight back at the country club and you were both expected to be there. You had texted him multiple times asking if you would be taking one car there. Frustratingly, he would read your messages and not reply. The time to leave was approaching and you were getting anxious every time you looked back on your phone at the sad little blue bubbles.  

You sigh, calling your chauffeur. Alone, it is.  

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You do end up seeing Jongin later that evening but he isn’t alone. Your mood turns horribly sour and awful when you see his hand resting on Gayoung’s lower back. What the fuck?  

Jongin catches your eye and doesn’t react to the way your jaw tightens or to the way you down the champagne.  

He hated that you went on that stupid date and was now punishing you for it. 

You turn around and search the crowd for that giant who caused this mess in the first place. It was irrational to seek him out like this but Jongin was playing dirty. It shouldn’t be hard to spot him. Yet, for some reason, he is nowhere to be seen. You throw your head back and groan.  

“Woah, what’s your problem?” Baekhyun approaches you with two champagne flutes. You grab one and replace it with the empty one. “Do I look like a server to you?” 

“You’re acting like one.” You cheers your glass with his before taking another sip.  

“Oh, you’re in a sour mood.” You shoot him a look, glaring holes into his head. He throws his hands up with a grin. “Just an observation! Seriously, what’s wrong?”  

“Nini’s here with Gayoung.”  

“Okay? And?” Baekhyun doesn’t seem to see the problem. Because again, it shouldn’t be complicated. Jongin was just making it extremely difficult. “Were you guys exclusive or something?” 

“No!” You exclaim. “I mean, maybe? I don’t know. But I think he’s punishing me for going on a date with Chanyeol.” 

Baekhyun laughs, taking a smug sip of his champagne.  

“Ahh, it’s finally biting you two in the ass.” He exhales, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes. Annoyed, you roll your eyes and shove the glass back into his hand so he was now stuck holding three. You storm out of the room before you hear Baekhyun frustratedly call a server to take the empty glasses from him. 

You head out of the room and speed dial your driver. You can’t stay here. Not when Jongin had his hands on Gayoung. You didn’t know what you would do if you saw them touch each other again. 

"Hi, can you please take me home?” You ask your driver on the other line who gladly accepts with a quick “on my way, mam”. 

“What? You’re not staying?” Jongin’s voice is behind you, low and smug. You turn around to find his hands are shoved in his pockets, head tilted with a grin. He looks good. He’s wearing a blue vest over a white dress shirt. He’s wearing glasses that you know for a fact aren’t even prescribed. His hair is gelled slightly to make it look wet and romantic (the way he knows you swoon over). He approaches you with a shit-eating grin, absolutely loving that he got to you. His hand snakes their way to your lower back, the same way it was for Gayoung. 

“No, I’m not feeling well.” But you don’t feel like playing his little game. You cross your arms over your chest, adding space between you. You’re wearing a spaghetti strap maxi dress with sequin beads on it. Jongin plays with the beads on your waist, pulling you closer to him.  

“Are you mad at me?” He’s teasing you at this point. His eyes chase after yours as you attempt to avoid eye contact with him. “Come on, don’t be upset with me.” 

“Of course I’m upset. What the fuck, Jongin?” You push him off you and storm off to wait for your driver outside. Jongin quickly follows. He adores it when you get pouty with him but this felt a bit different. He might have taken it a bit too far. 

“Wait, wait, wait-” His hand reaches for your wrist but quickly lets go when you shoot him a glare. His stomach twists seeing you so angry. “I’m sorry.”  

“You know how my dad is, Nini. I couldn’t just say no to Chanyeol.” You suck in a cheek to prevent yourself from tearing up. “Why would you punish me for this?” 

Jongin feels like he just got hit by a truck when he realizes what an absolute idiot he’s been for thinking you were genuinely interested in Chanyeol. Of course, your dad had something to do with it. This wasn’t the first time either. Jongin wasn’t upset you went on a date. He was jealous that Chanyeol might actually be the one to break up whatever you two had going on. He came from a good family. He was a gentleman. He was next in line to take over his father’s company. And if you didn’t think that was impressive, Jongin was sure you’d find his little side hustle as a drummer of a band attractive - just to make things a little more frustrating for Jongin.  

If things didn’t work out between you, Chanyeol was the kind of guy he always envisioned you’d end up with.  

“I’m so sorry.” He pouts when you do, mirroring your expression. You two have been so in sync that every time your expression changes, his would too. He pulls you in for a hug, squeezing you tightly, hoping you’d forgive him for being so stupid. “I thought that you were letting me go.” 

He feels you shake your head in his chest. And he can’t believe he’s even wanted to hurt you. You felt so small in his arms. He wants to spend the rest of his life protecting you and dedicating it to being entirely yours, no matter who you end up with. 

“You’re my best friend, Nini.” 

When your dad mentioned Chanyeol was interested in you and thought he’d be good for you and the family, you accepted his offer to take you out to dinner. You couldn’t disappoint your father. You’d give Chanyeol a chance, despite what you felt for Jongin. 

The date was nice. It was a candlelit dinner at an exclusive restaurant only those with the right connections could book. Chanyeol was more than lovely, a true gentleman. He let you ramble on about your interests and random conspiracy theories. He loved seeing the little glint in your eye when you talked endlessly about the things you loved.  

Nothing compared to the way you lit up when he asked you about Jongin. You beamed at the opportunity to talk about your best friend. That’s when he gently thanked you for the evening and dropped you off back home. There were no hard feelings. Just a mutual understanding that your heart had already been taken. 

Your family’s car pulls up in front of you two and you look up at him with a knowing look. He’s quick to open the door for you, sliding into the backseat right after you.  

“Good evening. Did you two have fun?” Your driver smiles seeing you two together. You can tell in the way he looks at you that he still sees the little children who used to play “disco-disco” with the lights in the backseat. 

“Yes, we did. Thank you, sir.” Jongin politely responds, letting you rest on his shoulder. His arm rests behind you, his fingers softly sifting against your skin. He wishes he could just have you all to himself already. That they could skip this weird phase of will they or won’t they and go to the end where they live happily ever after.  

The car ride home was quiet. Your driver played some soft jazz to end the night on a peaceful note. You slowly fall asleep, unable to fight the drowsiness that overcame you every time you listen to jazz. Before you know it, Jongin was lightly stroking your arm to wake you. You look up at him from his lap and smile, your mind already forgetting all about Gayoung and Chanyeol.  

“Good evenin’” Jongin grins at you, finding you the cutest when you were sleepy. 

“Good evening, Nini.” Your hand reaches for his face, gently caressing the soft skin on the apple of his cheeks. He leans into it, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand. “Let’s go before my mom sees you.” 

Jongin nods, getting out of the car to open the door for you. “What a gentleman” You say, grinning from ear to ear at his sudden chivalry.  

“Only the best for my girl.” Your body melts when he says those words because although you haven’t labelled anything; you are his girl. Jongin can see the light in your eyes shine brightly when he says them. He makes it his goal to make you smile like this for as long as you’ll have him.  

You basically drag him through the front door, panties practically soaking for him. Jongin has no idea what he’s in for but he’s just smiling like a fucking idiot, loving the way you pull him recklessly. 

Unbeknownst to you, your mother was already waiting for you in the kitchen, seemingly gossiping with a maid over tea. 

“Darling, are you with Jongin?” Your mother yells out from the kitchen when you try and sneak you both to your room. You groan when Jongin stops you and pulls you towards your mom.  

“Hi Auntie!” He exclaims, letting you go and greeting her with a hug. He even smiles at the maid and gives her a quick side hug. “I miss you! You look great. Is this all pickleball?” 

You roll your eyes, standing at the doorframe to the kitchen. You can feel yourself get dry the longer he stays out here and sweet talk your mother.  

“Oh, Jongin! You always know what to say. You should convince Y/N to play a round or two. Get her body moving.” Your mother slaps his shoulder, easily flattered by him. 

“I’m trying! But you know that tough skull of hers!” Jongin laughs at your expense. He always does this. He charms your mom and doesn’t think about how you feel. Annoyed, you groan and stomp out of the kitchen and head to your room. He can stay with your mom for all you care. 

“Uh oh, someone’s throwing a temper tantrum.” Your mom says as you walk out of the kitchen. You can hear Jongin’s laughter burst out as he chuckles at your mother’s little comment. It wasn’t even that funny, you sulk, entering your room and laying on the mountain of plushies 

Jongin greets the two ladies a good night before chasing after you. 

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“Those two are the sweetest, aren’t they Minnie?” Your mother says, looking fondly in Jongin’s direction.  

“Just like a married couple.” Minnie responds with the same loving gaze. 

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“You always have to entertain my mom?” You sit on your red silk sheets to take off your heels. You grab them and head to your walk-in barefoot.  

“I enjoy our conversations.” Jongin trails behind you. Without having to ask, he unzips the back of your dress, letting your straps fall seamlessly with the heavy beaded dress.  

“She’s an older you.” He kisses your bare shoulder. “I like it.” 

“You like my mom?” You turn with a concerned look on your face, unbuttoning his vest and dress shirt to return the favour.  

“Don’t be weird. I like how she reminds me of you.” Jongin tsks playfully as he removes his shirt. His comment is quick to escape your mind when you see his abs. You ogle at his body, almost drooling at how perfect he is. “Hey, my eyes are up here.” 

“Last time, there were 6.” You mumble as you run your fingers on his abs lightly, counting them again.  

“Oh yeah?” Jongin smirks, pulling you closer by the waist. “How many do you count now?” 

His lips tickle your ear, kissing your lobe teasingly.  

“8.” You respond with a sigh when he swipes his tongue across your sensitive ear. He sends shivers down your spine when he nibbles on the cartilage lightly, other hand already grazing your hip.  

He moves his lips to your neck and pulls you in closer so you feel his hardened member against your thigh. He squeezes your ass cheek, making you moan in his ear.  

“Jongin,” His name slips out of your mouth in a long breath when he grabs your other cheek and hoists you up. You wrap your arms around him quickly, careful not to fall. Your eyes fall on his lips, tackling them as soon as he cracks a smile. 

“Nini. I’m your Nini.” He says between breaths. The butterflies in your stomach multiply at hearing the nickname you gave him come from his mouth. 

“Your Nini.” You repeat with a sheepish smile. He places you on the glass top island. 

“Y/N.” Jongin kisses you lightly before situating himself between you. Despite his serious tone, he’s peppering your cheeks, jaw, neck with light and wet kisses.  

“I want to be your boyfriend.” He surprises you when he reaches your ear. He peeks at you from the corner of his eye. When you don’t immediately respond, he does what his first instincts tell him to do: kiss your stunned face. You feel his trembling hands on your body.  

When he leaves your lips, your eyes are fluttering open in a daze but you don’t miss how his chest is moving noticeably faster. He’s nervous. You bite back a smile. 

“Your dad likes me. I know I’m not his first choice. But he does like me. Your mom likes me.” He goes on a tangent when you stay quiet, rubbing your thighs nervously. You feel how clammy his hands are getting. You should put him out of his misery, but he always teases you. 

You’re not exactly as cool as you’re pretending to be either. Your finger taps on his hand without thinking, anticipating what he has to say next. You both don’t realize you’re doing it. You’re  too busy fighting your lips from stretching and giving away how much you love this. And he’s too occupied talking, trying to justify his case.  

You love how nervous he is asking you to be his girlfriend.  

“I’m doing well at my dad’s firm. I can take care of you now, Y/N. Whatever you like, I’ve got you.” Jongin’s looking up at you with glossy eyes. He can’t stop moving his lips, alternating between biting them, licking them, and pouting nonstop.  

“Nini... What happens if it doesn’t work out? You’re my best friend. I don’t want to hate you.” You finally respond, to take him out of his misery mostly, searching his eyes for any sign that he’s messing with you and this is not just some weird foreplay. 

“Y/N. I know my parents love each other now, but I don’t want to grow old like them still thinking about their first loves. I want to grow old with you and live a life without regret.” He cups your cheek and you lean into his warmth. You’re basically his already. How many times were you going to go on dates that would never measure up to your best friend?  

“But if we’re in this, you have to be in it.” You’re looking down at him, watching the smile slowly return to his face and his hands gradually calming down. 

“I promise.” He affirms, still waiting for you to say it.  

“Ok.” You say in a playful tone.  

“Ok? You’re gonna be my girlfriend? That ok?” He asks with a chuckle and a raised brow. 

“You didn’t even ask me.” You wrap your arms around him and lightly peck his lips. He scoffs at you in disbelief but indulges you anyway.  

“Okay, Miss YF/N. Will you be my girlfriend?” 

You burst into giggles and kiss him immediately, pushing yourself off your glass counter and jumping into his arms instead. His reflexes are quick to catch you and your lips. 

“Is that a yes?” Jongin asks between breaths with the biggest grin on his face.  

“Yes!!” You squeal as you hug him, still in the air. 

“Fuck. I didn’t know what I would do if you said no.” His lips are back on yours in an instant. You play with his hair as he carries you out of your closet and drops you on your bed. Jongin works fast, pulling your thong off and sliding himself between your legs. You gasp when his tongue laps your slit without warning.  

“Nini, slow down.” You arch your back and feel your toes curl when Jongin slips his fingers in. 

“Can’t.” He doesn’t even look up to check on you, going straight to sucking and slurping your clit. You say slow down, but the way you’re gripping his hair and moving his head says otherwise. Before you knew it, you were squeezing around his fingers to Jongin’s content.  

“Fuck, what was that for?” You ask with your chest heaving. Jongin laughs, coming up to make out with you – maybe to shut you up too.  

“I need to be inside of you.” He says desperately against your lips, already taking himself out of his boxers – his pants still on and lazily opened. You almost laugh at the image until Jongin slides inside of you with ease and he has you moaning in an instant instead.  

“Fuck, see how much I needed you? I’m so hard for you, baby.” He says in the crook of your neck. He’s not moving yet, wanting to feel you pulse around him some more from your orgasm. He’s in there for a while, twitching and slightly thrusting into you, but not actually fucking you.  

“Nini, please.” You whine under him, moving your hips to feel him a lot deeper from the generous yet teasing little thrusts he was giving you.  

“Just a little longer... So warm...” Jongin distracts you with his lips and sucks on your tongue unhurriedly. You let him make out with you to ease your mind as he torturously makes you wait for him. You even wrap your legs around him to encourage him to fuck you senseless. You were getting so impatient.  

“Nini.” You warn, hand to his chest so he can see how serious you are. It doesn’t seem to help you though when you feel his cock twitch again. He’s looking at you with sleepy eyes, drunk off having his cock buried deep in your pussy. 

“Hm?” He hums, not even aware that you’re going crazy under him. 

“Fuck. Me. Now.” You spell it out for him. He laughs, kissing your nose as if you aren’t so serious right now. “Fuck me now or I won’t be your girlfriend.” 

That seems to wake him up. 

“Ah fuck no.” His brows furrow and he’s quick to prop himself up, hands planted near your face. He plummets into you as if you just offended his entire ancestry line. He has you gripping the sheets again and squeezing your eyes shut.  

“Uh uh” He taps your cheeks lightly to get you to open your eyes. He then holds your chin in between two fingers. “Watch your boyfriend fuck you like you asked, pretty.”  

His eyes are set on you as he buries himself into you repeatedly, building the perfect rhythm and hitting that spot without so much as a stutter in his hips. He lowers himself so his forearms are the ones holding him up and he has your face between his hands. You bite your lip, seeing the sweat form on his forehead.  

“So fucking hot.” You moan as you tighten your legs around his hips and turn your head to kiss his fingers. Jongin chuckles, bringing himself down to feast on your lips. His hips thrust into you quicker. He reaches under to circle your clit until you’re a wet mess under him, clenching around him for the second time tonight. 

“Fuckkkkk” He whispers against your lips when he cums deep inside you. He falls beside you, moves the sweaty strands of hair and kisses the side of your face.  

“Love you so much. Wan’ make you cum again.” He mumbles like he’s in a daze. He turns you to your side, his dick falling out with a pop. His cum slides out of you, but he’s quick to push it back in, making you both hiss when he does. You moan out his name, resting the back of your head on his chest. His lips are at your neck as soon as you expose it to him.  

“Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou.” You practically chant when his tongue plays with your ear and he’s fucking you from behind. Your eyes shut this time, letting yourself feel every inch of him. Jongin takes his time, lazily playing with your clit without pressure, just wanting to touch you in any way you let him.  

But you’re impatient and you want him to make you cum. 

“Mmph, faster Nini.” 

Jongin speeds up to your request. 

“Deeper, Nini.”  

He pulls your hips closer and buries himself inside of you.  

“Harder, Nini.” 

Jongin fucks you harder, deeper, faster into your cervix. His forehead was coated in sweat. He was biting onto your shoulder from how hard he was trying to please you. He’s convinced the biting brings you a step closer to cumming. 

“Fuck, cum for me again, baby. One more for me, please.” His grip on your hip is strong. He’s moving you and himself as fast as he can so he can feel you clench around him a third time. He’s getting tire, but he would do anything for you if it meant you continued to make those melodious moans and whimpers for him.  

You come undone soon after – your eyes shutting so hard you were seeing stars. Jongin turns your head so he can kiss you sloppily, using all the energy left in his body to do so.  

You lay there, both heaving and catching your breath, in silence. 

“Jongin?” You reach for his head and Jongin helps you find his face, giving your palm a quick kiss beofre he lets you play with his hair.  

“Hm?” He hums, resting his eyes as you massage his head.  

“Can I ride you now?”  

Jongin laughs tiredly, but feeling him get hard in you gives you your answer.