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my 18+ community discord server for p1ece on tumblr whether you’re a writer or reader !!!! but any kpop enjoyers welcome anyway :3
i promise u it’s rlly rlly fun!!!! we’re here to make friends and have a time!!! everyone is very kind i promise, ^_^ plus we’re having a music video night event coming soon!!!
so if ur 18+ and like kpop. Join tbh. we welcome u with open arms i swear. # peace & love
i love making friends and i’m trying to be active again so plpsplslspspslslslss i need this SPEED I NEED THIS. i have met some of my very dearest friends through this so. don’t be shy. xoxoxoxo
warnings: um fluff. big feelings. big realizations. i’m not sure the word count and um kinda proofread but im also lwk blind so idk.
💌: lemme just … yeah okay here you go 😼😼
the last week had been a long one. with you getting sick and then theo right after , to you BOTH being sick together.
having seen each other in such a vulnerable state really set a new perspective on the feelings you two had for each other and had both of you wondering if it was time to make it more. if it was sane to do so. neither of you had expressed this to each other, but your friends had both kept reassuring the both of you separately that you were doing everything right.
you and theo had known each other couple month, dating within that , gotten to know each other , and you’re friends hang out as well. you were going the right pace.
you were falling for theo slowly all this time , you knew this definitely. you knew for sure you had fallen completely in love with him when he showed you how much he cared for you even when you were at your worst. From the way he held your hair back as you puked , brought you your favorite snacks, and cuddled up next to you watching your favorite rom-coms all day. down to the very 3 words that echoed through your head, itching to be said in the comfort of his home when he’d fallen sick and you were taking care of him.
it wasn’t just you that felt like this though. theo felt it all the time , the itch to tell you how he felt for you , he thinks he’s known it for awhile. he’s not too sure when it all clicked into place, but when you visited him for practice , he saw you laughing with his friends and how well you got along , taking care of him while he was sick… the only thing he wanted to do now was kiss you stupid and tell you he loved you over and over again. he wanted to make sure he did it right though.
from the very beginning theo promised himself that anything he did with you or said,he’d do it right. you deserved that , he told himself. you deserved the world and he was set on making sure you got more than that.
theo had gone back and forth on whether or not he should ask you to be his girlfriend. he knows you both care for each other, but the thought of you not being ready for that constantly flooded his mind with skepticism. luckily his friends kept telling him how head over heels the two of you actually are for each other. the two of you were in your heads and you’d never know what would happen if you both didn’t take that next step. the two of you were just stupidly worried the other would for some reason not want to be in a relationship. but you thought back to when he called you “his girl” so obviously he wants you to be his officially some day , right ?
theo was having the same conversations with his friends , especially when you slipped up with calling him your “man” , keeho assured him that you wouldn’t have said it if that’s not what you wanted him to be. it calmed the nerves theo had coursing through his veins from all built up worry this past week.
he was sure. so sure about you. he’d never felt this way before.
so he was so sure about this next part too.
“i have a plan” he tells his friends one night during group dinner. “i need all of you to help… her friends too”.
the whole group looks at him with confused faces. except for keeho , a knowing grin spreads across his face.
“with what” jiung asks , complete confusion is etched across his face especially when he notices keeho knows something they all don’t.
“i’m going to ask yn to be my girlfriend, i want to show her how much i love and care for her , i have to do this perfectly” theo says softy. face turning red at the confession of his feelings for you to his closest friends.
everyone’s jaws go slack. jiung has the biggest smile on his face and when they see theo is completely serious , small cheers and pats on the back are welcomed from the boys before they happily agree on helping.
💌: sorry this is short and sorry @seobmoji it’s not a written but IF we want the series to go longer we’re gonna do this okay. hai guys don’t worry. they’re moving just WAIT and see okayyyy
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summary. you had been looking for a roommate for awhile now and finally found a match! however, after he decided to move in with you, he expressed a huge dislike on you without reason.
an. THE END IS HERE!!! i unfortunately lost motivation for this fic so the ending was crazy rushed, but i still love this series sm and i hope u guys did too :(
SUMMARY: Kim Jongseob has always been one of your brother’s closest friends. All your life, he’s made you feel nervous, insane, and completely off balance, but that’s what crushes are supposed to do, right? When Intak convinces you to join him and his friends on his birthday trip to Japan, it seems like a perfect plan! But what should have been a simple vacation quickly turns into a minefield of stolen glances and accidental touches.. now suddenly, everything feels different.
DISCLAIMERS: NON idol au! Smirk. brothers best friend! Reader is pining (It makes her feel insane…..) , LOSER!!!!jongseob Who else is shocked???? , casual stoner older brother intak #NeedThat Heh. She fell first and WAITED, he fell harder tho I think. vacation Hurray! kang haerin & kim dohoon mentioned , #Duo i made up but also not. im crying.
SUMMARY: When you’re accompanying your best friend at his work on a slow night, and the many years of unspoken feelings follow through in a heartbeat.
WC: 5.38k words
DISCLAIMERS: SMUT! [ minors / ageless blogs dni!!!! ] okay so, drinking, very sweet and soft dom seob me thinks. kinda pwp eh , it just takes a minute cuz I can only slow burn whatever i try. I TRIED. Use of baby & pretty, praise, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral (EATER SEOBBB + he receives too sure), unprotected sex (BUT WRAP B4 U TAP FR.) creampie if u squint and a very inappropriate and disgusting and unsanitary use of a bar countertop 🤤🤤🤤🤤
NOTES: i honestly just needed to write bc r u kidding me did u guys see that stage. idk. I got to work. lowkey this whole thing might not make any sense, Mama hates the pacing so idk what to tell u. It’s smut nonetheless tho but if u hate it Lmk so i can cry myself a river okay. thanks. anyways!!!! Have fun ok!!!!!!
Jongseob wiped down the already spotless countertop, low buzzing from the mini refrigerators filling the mere silence within the bar, which was only interrupted when either of you spoke. The night had dragged on with zero customers, leaving just the two of you in the dim glow of neon signs.
You were perched on a stool across from him, sipping the free top-shelf alcohol he kept pouring. The amber-like liquid burned pleasantly down your throat, warming you from the inside out.
He let out a breath before leaning against the wall that displayed its plethora of booze, whiskey bottle still in hand, while his eyes locked on yours with a familiar spark that always made your tummy flip.
Even in the low light, you could see the way his gaze traced your features — lingering on your lips when you smiled and dropping to your exposed collarbones when you laughed.
"How’s that Keeho guy you were seeing?" He asked, pushing himself up to slightly close the distance. He braced his body against the countertop with his forearms, watching you intently.
"What about him?" You took another sip, letting the bitter taste coat your tongue, buying yourself time. You already had a hunch on exactly why he was asking.
Jongseob hummed, lips curling into a smile that made him seem far too pleased. "Just curious." But his eyes told a different story — they were dark, focused, and clearly hungry for your answer.
You shrugged, letting the moment stretch. "I actually ended things with him about a week ago." A snicker followed after, though you weren't entirely sure what was so funny about it.
Maybe it was the relief you felt when finally saying it out loud to someone, or perhaps it was the way Jongseob's entire body seemed to relax at your words.
He tried, and failed, to suppress the smile spreading across his face. It started at the corners of his mouth and bloomed into something radiant, transforming his features.
"And you seem awfully happy about that." You muttered, quirking a brow, though you couldn't help the small smile tugging at your own lips in return. His joy was infectious, even when you were trying to play it cool.
"I didn't even say anything?" He laughed, throwing his hands up in defense, the bottle swaying dangerously in his grip while your giggles matched his, echoing in the empty bar.
"Didn’t have to." You leaned forward slightly, resting your chin in your hand.
Jongseob grinned, entirely unapologetic now. "Guess I'm just relieved." He straightened up again, but didn't move away. If anything, the air between you felt more charged than before.
Your eyes narrowed. "Relieved?"
"Means I still have a chance?" The question came out softer than his usual teasing, almost vulnerable. His eyes searched yours, looking for permission, maybe, or …reciprocation?
You rolled your eyes and leaned back with a groan, knowing how much he loved to tease you at the end of the day. It’s always some bullshit like this, but your pulse began to race nonetheless, and you were certain he could see the flush creeping up your neck.
"Ha. Ha." You forced out a fake and monotone laugh.
"I'm serious." He said it quietly, and the playfulness dropped from his expression for just a moment. "I've been waiting for you to be accessible again for months."
His words hung between you and your breath caught in your throat but you swallowed it like a champ. "Seob.”
"Too much?" He asked, a shit eating smile flashing as he broke ‘character’. He was so fucking annoying.
"You’re irritating." You said too quickly, heat flooding your cheeks. You bit your lip, considering your next words carefully — because at the end of the day, you genuinely could never tell when he was joking or not.
Your back straightened again, wanting to change the subject before you combusted entirely, crossing your legs as you set your drink down — The movement made you acutely aware of your body, and the way his eyes tracked the motion.
“Is there anything new with you?"
Jongseob seemed to notice your need for a topic change, and he let you have it. He set the bottle of alcohol down, stretching his arms back before he let out a breath. The movement pulled his black shirt, top buttons undone across his chest.
"Nothing exciting." He shrugged, then paused. "But actually, I've been working on something." His voice shifted, becoming low and a little rough from the drinks, tinged with excitement.
"Mm, like music?" You hummed, grateful for the safer territory. You knew he had a sweet hobby of producing songs, spending all his free hours in his tiny apartment bedroom with his laptop and midi keyboard, crafting beats or melodies that come out of his stupid brain.
He'd mentioned it in passing before, but never offered to share. Jongseob nodded, and you could see the nervous energy in the way he shifted his weight before he spoke again.
"Yeah, wanna hear?"
He moved to the aux cord tucked behind the counter, plugging in his phone with a quick tap. His fingers hesitated over the screen for just a moment, and you realized he was actually nervous about sharing this with you.
"I'd love to," You said softly, and his shoulders relaxed. Before he continued, he walked away momentarily and booked it straight for the entrance, deciding to lock up early and switch the Open sign off. You quirked a brow but he waved a hand off for you to not worry about.
Moments after, he came back around the counter, proceeding to tap along his phone when a tune began to play throughout the bar.
Easy to say it was catchy. You leaned back on your stool, letting the rhythm wash over you, eyes drifting closed for a moment. Your shoulders began rolling almost unconsciously, hips shifting in time with the beat.
When you opened your eyes, Jongseob was watching you move, his gaze intense and appreciative. A grin spread across his face, clearly pleased with your reaction. Like watching you respond to his music like this was exactly what he'd hoped for.
"This is really good," You smiled, processing the lyrics.
His own smile widened, grabbing the bottle once again like a stupid makeshift mic and bringing it to his lips. Then he started rapping along, your breath catching in your throat.
His flow was satisfying, each word perfectly timed with the beat. But it was more than that — it was like he was serenading you, performing on stage for a crowd of thousands, except the only audience member that mattered was you, and it felt embarrassing, yet… so thrilling?
Your heart skipped a beat, unsure of what was happening, whether it be due to the amount of drinks or just the unspoken feelings of many years spent being his best friend.
The lyrics spilled out about love being caught in an endless loop, and how the body remembers what the mind can forget...
Honestly… every line felt aimed straight at you.
“Now you're mesmerized by my nervousness and I'm mesmerized by you.”
Heat pooled low in your belly as you watched him move, the way his hips rolled with the beat, the way his free hand gestured and emphasized certain words. He was captivating, magnetic, and he knew it.
You burst into giggles at the way he struck a pose on the last word, one hand thrown up dramatically, but the laughter faded quick when you caught the look in his eyes.
It was playful, yes, but underneath was something so serious. And you were kinda scared…
He set the bottle down again and pushed off the counter, the movement fluid and deliberate. The music continued pulsing around you, that hypnotic beat making everything feel dreamlike and inevitable while he came around the bar top.
"Dance with me," He murmured, extending his hand to you. It wasn't really a question, but it wasn't a demand either.
His palm was open, waiting. You stared at it for a moment, your heart pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it over the music playing on repeat. This felt like a threshold, like once you took his hand, something would shift between you that couldn't be unshifted.
But you wanted it. So bad, you wanted it.
You placed your hand in his, and his fingers closed around yours immediately. He pulled you up gently, and suddenly you were standing, the stool scraping slightly against the floor behind you. The empty bar felt smaller suddenly.
Jongseob tugged you close, one arm sliding around your waist, the other resting on your hip. The touch was light at first, but he was giving you a chance to pull away. Yet, you didn't. Instead, you stepped closer, closing the distance until your bodies pressed together as you swayed.
His chest was firm against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off him through the thin fabric of his shirt. Your hands came up instinctively, resting on his shoulders.
He was holding himself back, you realized, trying not to rush this.
You both moved slowly, finding a sway that matched the music. You followed his lead, letting your body melt into his. Every point of contact felt electrifying — his hand on your waist, his fingers splayed across your hip, your chest brushing against his with each breath.
“You smell good.” He whispered against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. You could feel his lips barely grazing the shell of your ear, not quite a kiss but close enough to make you gasp softly.
"Really?" Your voice came out breathier than you intended. "What do I smell like?"
He inhaled deeply, his nose brushing against your hair, your temple. "Like... vanilla, maybe? Something sweet. But that’s just you." His voice was low, intimate, meant only for you.
"It’s been driving me crazy all night."
He spun you around, now pulling your back against his chest as his hips rolled slowly, grinding against you with deliberate pressure, and you felt it.. his growing hardness in his pants pressing against your lower back.
The unmistakable evidence of his desire sent warmth rushing through you, leaving your knees unsteady. A shiver coursed down your spine, and his arms instinctively tightened around you. His hand slid slowly up your chest before settling gently around your neck, his touch featherlight as he tipped your chin upward, silently urging you to meet his gaze and hold it.
"This okay?" He asked, looking into your eyes. His pupils were dilated, dark with want, but there was a question there too.
"Yeah," You breathed, your grip finding his other hand that was cheekily sliding down your abdomen. "More than okay."
The permission seemed to unleash something in him. Jongseob groaned softly, a sound that vibrated through his chest into yours, and his hands began to roam before he turned you back around to face him.
They continued its exploration, sliding from your hips to the small of your back, tracing the curve of your spine through your long sleeve. His touch was reverent, exploratory, as if he was memorizing the shape of you.
"You have no idea how many times Ive dreamt of this," He mumbled, his lips now trailing along your jaw, leaving a path of heat in their wake. "How many years I've looked at you, watching you … and hoping there was something more for me… imagining what it would feel like to touch you like this."
"Really?” You whispered, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "Tell me what you imagined."
His hands slid lower, cupping your ass, squeezing firmly as he pulled you tighter against the pervish peak that poked through his bottoms.
The friction made you both gasp, and you felt him twitch against you through the layers of clothing. "Exactly this," He said, voice thick with tension. "Holding and feeling you against me. Imagined what sounds I can bring out of you even."
The dance had turned into something else entirely now. Less about the music and more about the press of your bodies and the way you fit together. His thigh slipped between your legs, pressing right where you ached, and you couldn't stop the small moan that escaped your lips.
"God, you're driving me crazy.”
“Seob..." His nickname came out like a plea, and you weren't even sure what you were asking for.
"I know, pretty," He murmured, and the endearment made your heart stutter. "Let me take my time with you. Want to do this right."
His hands slid under the hem of your shirt, and you gasped at the contact of his skin against yours. His palms were warm and slightly rough as they traced your sides, moving slowly upward.
He was giving you time to stop him, you noticed, but of course you didn't want to. You arched into his touch instead, encouraging him as he spun you back round once more.
He pulled you back against his chest, his trapped cock pressing onto your ass before his hands cupped your breasts, the two of you humming in response.
His thumbs brushed over your nipples through the fabric of your bra, circling until they peaked under his touch, sensitive and aching. "These are so perfect," He muttered, his voice rough with desire. "You're perfect. So fucking perfect."
Jongseob leaned in, and you thought he was going to kiss you from behind, but instead his lips found your neck, pressing soft kisses along the line of it. He was teasing you, you realized, building everything up until you were desperate and begging for it.
His mouth moved to your jaw, finding that sensitive spot just near your ear, and when he sucked gently, your knees actually buckled.
He caught you easily, holding you up, and chuckled softly against your skin. "I've got you," He promised.
"Kiss me," You finally demanded, unable to take it anymore. "Please, Seob, just kiss me."
He pulled back to get a look at how pathetic you looked, while you turned to look at him. The expression on his face made your breath catch. His gaze was intense — But, finally, his hand gripped your jaw before his lips met yours.
It was everything you'd imagined and dreamed of. It started sweet, his lips soft and tender against yours. He kissed like you both had all the time in the world, and he wanted to savor every second. His hand gripped your face tight, thumb stroking your cheek as his other hand found your bottom.
When his tongue traced the seam of your lips, you opened for him immediately, and the kiss turned hungry.
His tongue slid against yours, slow and thorough, exploring your mouth like he was trying to memorize the taste of you. You could taste the whiskey on his tongue, mixed with something uniquely him, and it was intoxicating.
You pressed closer, your hands sliding up into his hair, and he groaned into your mouth as he backed you against the counter.
The sound vibrated through you, making you clench with need. His hands roamed your back, your sides, pulling you impossibly closer as the kiss grew more desperate.
When you finally broke apart, you were both breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. "Fuck," he breathed, his lips still brushing against yours as he spoke. “You’re everything," He said simply, and kissed you again.
Jongseob gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him as his tongue explored your mouth once more with unhurried attention.
You tugged at his button up, your fingers undoing the last couple buttons in a hurry before he pulled back just enough to let you pull it over his head.
The neon lights painted his skin in shades of pink and blue, highlighting the lean build of his chest and stomach. You ran your hands over him, exploring, and he shuddered under your touch.
"Your turn," He murmured, his hands finding the hem of your shirt. He paused, eyes meeting yours. "This okay?"
"Yes," You breathed. "Yes, please."
He lowered himself before he lifted your shirt slowly, pressing kisses to each newly exposed inch of skin. Your stomach, your ribs, the underside of your breasts. By the time he pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it aside, you were trembling with need.
His hands went to your bra clasp, and he paused again, giving you a chance to stop him. But you reached back and unclasped it yourself, letting it fall away. His eyes darkened as he looked at you, and the appreciation in his gaze made you feel beautiful.
"Gorgeous," He murmured, his hands coming up to cup your breasts again, skin on skin this time. His thumbs circled your nipples, and you arched into his touch with a moan. "So fucking beautiful."
He kissed you again as his hands explored, and you were lost in the sensation of it. Music was still playing, a whole different song playing mindlessly, but all that mattered was this.
With his lips still on yours, Jongseob began guiding you backward once again, your back hitting the edge of the bar counter before he gently lifted you onto the smooth surface. The wood was cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body as he positioned himself between your legs.
He pulled back slightly, his hands resting on your thighs, eyes searching yours. "You sure about this?" he asked, his voice rough with desire but sincere. "We can stop anytime. I need you to know that."
Your heart swelled at his consideration, even as your body ached for more. "I'm sure," you said, reaching up to cup his face. "I want this. I need you."
The smile that spread across his face was radiant, and he leaned in to kiss you again, softer this time.
"Gonna make you feel so good, I promise."
His hands moved to your skirt, not even having the class of taking it off but instead shoving it up.
"Lift up for me, pretty," He said softly, and you did, raising your hips so he could slide your panties down. He did it gently, pressing kisses to your thighs as more skin was revealed. First your hip bones, then the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you gasp and squirm.
He stood between your legs and just looked at you for a moment. You were bare except for your lifted jean skirt, sitting on his bar counter, and the way he was looking at you made you feel like the most desirable person in the world.
"Stop staring—“ You said, feeling suddenly shy despite everything.
"Can't help it," He replied, his hands running up and down your thighs. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
He leaned in to kiss you again, and his hands continued their exploration. They traced patterns on your thighs, your hips, your stomach, learning the geography of your body.
"So perfect. So wet already."
When his fingers finally made contact with your pussy, you moaned. He stroked through your wet folds with teasing pressure, exploring, learning what made you gasp and squirm. "All this for me?"
"Y-yes," You gasped, your hips rolling into his touch. "All for you.“
His fingers found your clit, circling it in slow, firm strokes that made your hips buck. "Tell me how it feels," He said, his eyes fixed on your face, watching every reaction. "Gotta know what you like."
"G-good," You gasped, gripping his shoulders for support. Your nails dug into his skin, but he didn't seem to mind. "Don't stop.. please don't stop."
"Never," He promised, and adjusted his angle slightly. "I got you, baby.“
He experimented with different pressures, different rhythms, watching your face to see what made you moan the loudest. When he found a particular motion that made your eyes roll back, he smiled and focused there, building your pleasure gradually and deliberately.
"That's it," He encouraged, his free hand stroking your thigh. "Let me hear you. Want to know I'm making you feel good."
Your moans grew louder, echoing in the empty bar, and you were beyond caring. All that mattered was his fingers on you, the pleasure building in your core, the way he was watching you like you were the most fascinating thing in the world.
When he finally pushed two fingers inside you, you cried out at the stretch. He moved slowly at first, letting you adjust, pumping deep while his thumb kept working your clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and you could feel yourself getting wetter, your body opening for him.
"So tight," He groaned, his eyes dark as he watched his fingers disappear inside you. "Taking my fingers so well. Can you take more?"
"Yes," You whimpered, and he added a third finger, stretching you further. It burned, yet it felt so good, causing you to rock your hips, trying to take him deeper.
He curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot inside you that made your knees weak, and you nearly sobbed with ecstasy.
The wet sounds filled the quiet bar as he worked you. “Could do this forever.” He grunted, putting all his energy into pleasing you.
Your satisfaction was building, coiling tighter and tighter in your core, and you could feel your orgasm approaching. "Seob—“ You gasped, your hands clutching at him desperately. "I'm — I'm so close..."
"I know, pretty," He murmured, increasing his pace slightly. "Come on, want it all over my fingers, you got it."
His words pushed you over the edge, and you released with a cry, your pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers as waves of bliss crashed through you.
He didn't stop, proceeding to work you through it and draw out your orgasm until you were trembling and oversensitive.
When you finally came down, gasping for breath, he slowly withdrew his fingers. You watched, dazed, as he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours.
"So good," Jongseob groaned, his eyes closing briefly. "You taste fucking incredible." He leaned forward. “Need more.”
Before you could process what he meant, he was leaning before you, leveling his face between your thighs. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you to the edge of the counter, and you realized what he was about to do.
"Wait, you don't have to—" You started, but he cut you off with a look.
"I want to," He said firmly. "Please let me."
Fuck, how could you say no to that?
You nodded, and he smiled before spreading your thighs wider, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh.
"So pretty," He said, his voice husky with appreciation. "And still dripping." His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your slit, tasting you with a low moan that vibrated through you. "So sweet. Knew you would be."
He took his time, exploring you with his tongue. He licked and sucked at your folds, his tongue delving inside you before moving up to circle your clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and especially after your first orgasm, you were already aching.
When he focused on your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, you cried out, your hands tangling in his messy blonde hair.
He hummed in approval, the vibration sending jolts through you, and increased his efforts.
Jongseob’s hands gripped you, holding you open for him as he devoured. Two fingers thrusted back inside, stretching you while his mouth still worked your bud with relentless pressure. He was thorough, attentive, and continuously adjusting his technique based on your reactions.
"Oh my god," You moaned, your hips grinding against his face. "M-mouth feels so good, Seob, fuck..."
He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips glistening with your arousal. "Yeah?" He punctuated the question by licking a broad stripe up your slit. "Like when I do this?" He demonstrated, and you nearly sobbed.
"Y..yes — please don't stop," You begged, and he smiled against you before diving back in with renewed enthusiasm.
When he added a third finger, stretching you like he did before, you came apart. Your second orgasm hit you like a big wave, stronger than the first, and you cried out his name as your thighs trembled around his head. You pulsed around his fingers, and you could feel more wetness coating his tongue as he licked you clean.
But he didn't stop. Even as you came down, oversensitive and shaking, he continued with gentle licks and soft kisses to your inner thighs, keeping the pleasure going, building it again before it could fully fade.
"Too much!” You gasped, but your hips were still rolling against his mouth, seeking more despite your words.
"One more," He murmured against your skin. "Give me one more, pretty. I know you can.“
His fingers withdrew, and he replaced them with his tongue, fucking into you with it as deep as he could go. The sensation was different, softer but somehow more intense, and when his thumb found your clit, rubbing firm circles, you were completely gone.
Your third orgasm built painfully slow, a deep, rolling pleasure that seemed to come from your core. Jongseob worked you patiently, his tongue and thumb moving in perfect rhythm, and when you finally came, it was with a long, gutteral moan that seemed to go on forever. Your whole body shook with it, radiating out from your center in waves.
He sucked you gently through the aftershocks, soft and soothing now, until you were boneless and spent on the counter, flinching sensitively at any further contact.
When he finally pulled away, his face was wet with your arousal, and he was grinning like he'd just won the lottery.
"You're incredible," He said, standing slowly and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "The way you taste, fuck, you're perfect."
You could barely form words, still floating in the aftermath of three orgasms, but you managed to reach for him. "Come here," You murmured, and he leaned in, letting you pull him into a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it was unexpectedly erotic.
When you pulled back, you noticed the prominent bulge in his pants, straining against the fabric. He'd been focused entirely on your pleasure, but he was clearly aching for relief. Your hand moved to palm him through his pants, and he groaned, his hips jerking into your touch.
"Your turn," You said, your voice still shaky but determined. "Want to make you feel good too."
"You already are," He said, but his eyes were dark with need. "Just touching you, that's everything."
"But I want more," You said, attempting to hop off the counter but once you did, you didn’t calculate how numb your legs would be.
“Careful—“ He snickered, catching you in place and holding your hands as you held yourself upright. “I got you.”
"Want all of you. Please, Seobie."
He sighed, letting you get down on your knees as he helped you with his belt and zipper. Together you pushed his pants and boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free, hard and flushed. You immediately wrapped your hand around it, stroking slowly.
He was hot and heavy in your palm, and when you swiped your thumb over the tip, collecting the bead of precum there, he shuddered.
"Fuck," He groaned, throwing his head back. "Feels good.”
You stroked him slowly, feathering small kisses along the shaft, and learning what he liked as he did for you. When he rocked into your touch with shallow thrusts, your tongue now swirling his tip, he gently caught your wrist, stopping you.
"If you keep doing that, I'm going to come," He said, his voice strained. "But I really, really want to be inside you when I do."
Heat flooded through you at his words, and you nodded. "Yes. Want that too."
He reached for his pants, pulling out his wallet and extracting a condom.
“Nope.” You shook your head, pushing the protection away. “I’m on the pill, so I better be getting every last drop.” You snickered, and his entire face shifted.
“Oh, you’re serious?” Jongseob smiled, slightly teasing but you already knew he was more than open to this.
“So serious.”
Without another word, he gripped your chin and yanked you up, crashing his lips onto yours. Your hands messily found the back of his shoulders, locking tongues with him with force.
"Are you ready then, pretty?" He pulled back and asked, his eyes meeting yours, checking in one more time as he lifted you back onto the counter.
"Yes.” You breathed, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He lined himself up, teasing at your folds which caused your forehead to drop against his chest. A soft moan escaped you before Jongseob pushed in slowly, so slowly, letting you feel every inch as he stretched you open.
The sensation was overwhelming after everything else, and you both groaned as he sank deeper. He was bigger than his fingers, and the stretch burned slightly, but it was a good burn, a fullness that made you feel complete.
"So tight, baby.” He groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he bottomed out inside you. "Fuck, you feel so good .."
He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, and you could feel him trembling with the effort of holding back. When you finally rolled your hips, urging him to move, he pulled back slowly before thrusting back in, setting a steady, deep rhythm.
Each stroke was deliberate, measured, hitting deep inside you. The angle was perfect, and you could feel him dragging against that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as pleasure built again.
"That's it," He encouraged, his pace increasing slightly. "Take it, just like that."
The counter shook slightly with his movements, and somewhere in the back of your mind you registered the sound of glasses rattling along the bar top, but you didn't care.
All that mattered was the feeling of him inside you, the way your bodies moved together, and the never ending pleasure building between you.
He shifted the angle slightly, and suddenly he was hitting that perfect spot with every thrust, and you cried out, your back arching. "Right there—“ You gasped. "Oh god, right there, don't stop..."
"Here?" He thrust harder, and you nearly sobbed with pleasure. "This what you need?"
You nodded with a hurried force, gasping for air as you couldn’t even comprehend a thought at this point — He was fucking you dumb.
His hand moved between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing firm circles as he continued to thrust deep. The dual sensation was too much, and you felt another orgasm building, impossibly, after everything else.
"Come for me," He urged, his voice rough. "Want to feel you, pretty, give it to me."
His words, combined with the relentless pressure on your clit and the perfect angle of his thrusts, pushed you over the edge. Your fourth orgasm crashed through you, and you came once more, your walls clenching rhythmically around him, pulling him deeper.
"God, yes," He grunted, his rhythm faltering as your pussy squeezed him. "So good for me.”
He thrusted a few more times, deep and hard, and then he was releasing too, burying himself as deep as he could go. You felt him pulse inside you, felt the warmth spilling in you, and the intimacy of it all made your heart clench.
He stayed pressed close, both of you breathing hard, hearts racing in sync. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out, and you both winced at the sensitivity — both your releases now spilling all over the counter.
Dirty bastards.
He pulled you into his arms, holding you close. You felt him inhale, taking a deep breath which caused you to do the same.
"That was..." You started, but couldn't find the words.
"Yeah," He agreed, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You stayed like that for a long moment, just holding each other in the quiet bar, the lights still casting their soft glow around you. The music had stopped at some point, you realized, but you hadn't even noticed.
Finally, he pulled back slightly, a soft smile on his face. "So," he said, his voice teasing but warm. "Does this mean I have a chance?"
You laughed, the sound bright and genuine, and pulled him in for another kiss. "Didn’t know you were even being deadass about wanting one.” You scoffed.
“Of course I was.” He murmured against your lips. "So do I or no?”
You grinned. “I’ll think about it.”
A pinch at your hip followed after, slightly ticklish. “I’m kidding!” You grinned. “Of course.”
💌 mika’s message Was this nothing burger , everything bagel , Or mediocre salad. Please let me know cuz I don’t even. I Just. SMUT IS GETTING REPETITIVE IDK HOW TO STRAY OUTSIDE OF THIS VANILLANESS , Let me open up a private browser and lock in or smth idk Anhmore. My field experience is not helping anymore either i just don’t know. Sorry was that tmi. Okay ignore me.
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warnings/disclaimers: fluff. genuinely just fluff they’re so ugh omg. ALSO SHORT CH AGAIN SORRY
💌- hi. they make my heart hurt in a good way. also short but sweet chapter but again— i’m feeling under the weather so this seemed fitting. is he bf material ??? lmk - okay ty ily guys bai!!
SUMMARY: When your professor hires you to tutor that odd boy in your Chemistry class for extra credit — plus it’s your job!
DISCLAIMERS: hello. reader is a smarty pants sweetiepie. very respectful. very communicative. jongseob is a loser chud. Just picture a boof discord mod who’s failing all his classes yeah idk i also strayed away kinda idk ITS LOWK A MESS JUST DEAL.
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[1.4k!] ─── 📁. Before you’re even able to wind down and sleep, one of your boyfriend’s members call and (reluctantly) inform you of their late-night festivities, also known as: in which you’re told to pick up a very drunk Choi Soobin.
drunk!soobin, OH and idol!soobin, IDK WHEN HE WAGGLED HIS BROWS I JUST. anyway. mentions of alcohol, like 2 sexual innuendos, i made soobin an affectionate freak (canon?? not canon??? wait does anyone even gaf), reader seems mean but u love him i swear. just fluff, banter, what more could u possibly need
It started with the phone call.
You remember the smile that had formed on your face at the Caller ID, having been expecting a call from your boyfriend. Except, when you answered, it wasn’t actually your boyfriend at all.
No, it had been Beomgyu from his phone—letting you know that they had all treated themselves to a couple celebratory drinks, and it’d seem like some, more than others, had a few drinks too many.
In other words, Soobin was utterly shitfaced.
“We really can’t fend him off much longer,” he’d told you, and you had to bite back the laugh that threatened to spill from your lips at the way he made it seem as though he needed to be tamed. This was serious. You had to be serious. “We know he’ll listen to you! Hence why we were wondering if you could come pick him up…?”
You’d heard enough. So, here you were. Outside the tucked-away bar they were inside of.
Exiting your vehicle, you blow out a breath and make your way towards the door, grimacing at the noise becoming exponentially louder so quickly.
You pull it open and immediately start scanning the room, wasting no time.
You were tired, and your bed was still waiting for you.
After a few seconds of searching, your vision zeroes in on the group sat in the very back, and you’re at their table within seconds, wondering just whose idea it was to get this plastered on a Wednesday night.
“I think I should take you all home,” you suggested drolly amidst their laughter and watch how their attention flicks to you.
On instinct, they cheer out your name. “What are you doing here?” asked Yeonjun, who places his cup down beside the four already empty bottles—either oblivious or unbothered when your eyes widen. Just how long have they been at this?
Beomgyu chimes in. “I called her—Tae! Grab that!”
“Grab that” as in the beer Soobin was slowly reaching for, quickly intercepted, albeit with slight struggle. You purse your lips, entirely dumbfounded at his antics.
“Soobin,” you call, saving them the trouble. Your gazes meet and he perks up, giddy... however, all you really notice is how he really was the drunkest out of all of them. If his glossy eyes and that big, dopey smile of his was anything to go by. “Let’s go home.”
His eyes light up at that. Aw. “Yours?”
“Mine, yes.” You hold out a hand, praying he takes it without any further questions.
He does, thank God.
Missing your hand a couple of times, he finally slots it into yours and you relish in the touch of his skin against yours before pulling him up.
Soobin trips over his feet in the process and collides into you, nearly knocking you both over, but you recover with an arm wrapping around his back. You huff, turning your focus onto the rest of them. “You’re sure you’ll all be fine?”
“One-hundred percent,” one chirps.
With more than enough warnings that they should text you when they got home safely, you nod, steering yourself and the drunken man in your hold through the sea of people and out of the establishment, grateful for the smell of fresh air and the gentle breeze that welcomes you.
There’s a mindless tug on your arm. “I wasn’t done yet,” Soobin mourned to himself.
“You can’t even walk straight,” you grumble, and he leans further into you in response. “That seems pretty done to me.”
Once you reach your car, you open the passenger side door. “In, please.”
He latches onto you tighter.
“Soobin.” Your hands try to pry his arms from around you, to no avail. “Soobin. If you don’t get in the car.”
“Can I sleep with you?”
Persistent in your efforts to get him inside, you sigh and answer absentmindedly: “Yes. You always sleep with me.”
“Yeah?” He tilts his head, and you notice the way he waggles his eyebrows in your peripheral. Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. Please, don’t laugh.
“Get in the car, pervert,” you reply instead, schooling your expression. You finally managed to free yourself of his grip and helped him into his seat, grabbing the seatbelt and carefully buckling him in. Once you deem him content, you’re rounding the car and sliding into the driver’s seat.
And luckily, the drive to your house wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be, save for the times he’d shift imperceptibly closer to you, mumbling something along the lines of “just want to be close to you”—all to which you ignored… skillfully.
It wasn’t until you arrived at your apartment complex that things started going downhill from there.
Because Choi Soobin was nothing if not a leech.
“Soobin,” you say for the millionth time, practically tearing his fingers from the fabric of your sleeve.
He frowns. “Why?”
“We need to go inside.”
The grown man lets out a quiet groan, though his grip on you ceases and you swing open your car door with an irritated huff.
You really wanted to figure out whose idea this was.
Guiding him didn’t seem to be any easier when he’d sway and stray you both off course.
But he continued to cling to you—half because he felt he needed to or else he’d have the worst life ever, and the other half solely because he’d likely fall face-first onto the ground if he wasn’t.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” he slurs into your hair after you both stumble into the elevator, oblivious to the glare you fix him with.
“Please don’t thank me until we’re both in bed.”
Soobin hums, adjusting his position. His arm wraps around your shoulders and his chin plants itself right on top of your head. “I love you.”
Your glower wanes, softening at his words. “You’ll make this easy for me, won’t you?”
“I’ll make it very easy,” he purrs teasingly, the innuendo not lost on you.
Anddd moment ruined. Side-eyeing him, you watch as his eyebrows raise suggestively and his lips form that tight-lipped smile that never fails to deepen the dimples on his cheeks.
You slap his arm lightly. “What is wrong with you?”
The sound of his laugh fills the space and you fight the flutter in your chest while tugging him with you out of the elevator and straight to your apartment.
“Shoes, please,” you tell him once the two of you were inside, slipping off your own while you waited.
He yawns. “‘M so tired.”
“You have the chance to have the bestest slumber of your life if you just take off your shoes.”
Hm. Taking your words into consideration, he (clumsily) rids himself of his shoes and you feel your entire body relax. Devoid of its earlier tension knowing that you’d have what you’ve been wanting soon.
You give a thankful smile. “Alright. Come on, hm?”
“We should go out drinking sometime,” he blurts, and you feel the tips of his fingers reach for the back of your shirt—not tugging; just holding. “Just you and me and Soju.”
Entering your bedroom, you make your way to your closet, feeling the warmth of his presence behind you. Never once fleeting. “We can talk all about it tomorrow,” you assure as you pull out a shirt and sweatpants for him to wear. Meant for cozy nights spent together. Exactly like this.
…in a way.
“Change into these.” The clothes press flat against his torso. “I’ll be in bed.”
“No help?” he asks, and your steps falter.
“You are perfectly capable of changing by yourself.”
“Wait, please,” he proceeds and you heave another exhaustion-filled sigh, turning to face him.
Your eyes narrow. “Soobin.”
He stares at you, beckoning you closer.
With mock-annoyance, you take a few steps closer to him. “What.”
Bending towards you, he plants a soft, chaste kiss to your cheek, the flesh there wasting no time warming up. “Love you so much,” he whispers into your skin. Then, he straightens and enters your bathroom without another word.
Your lips part and you stare at the door, unblinking.
You don’t even have the chance to curse him in your head when a human-like thud sounds, a clatter of items following immediately after. You can only watch as the door opens ever-so-slowly, revealing your (now frowning) boyfriend on the floor.
A small, disbelieving huff of laughter bubbles out of you and you step inside.
A/N: it’s been a minute ok i Admit. but hopefully this means we get jongseob smau from the only ever Ok Mika im talking to u Btw + OH AND HAI first txt post bc i’m still at this video’s restaurant </3
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