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â» pairing: Jeongin x fem!reader
â» authors note: guyyss⊠i know i said i would update yesterday but my best friend had an emergency and tumblr was the last thing on my mind. thatâs the ugly truth but iâm also sorry that i kept you waiting⊠but itâs finally here: the JEONGIN SMUT for all you dirty little bitches (me included) hope you like it đ€
â» warnings: SMUT as in fingering (f receiving) unprotected sex (just don't!), squirting, slight dumbification, pet names, mirror sex, overstimulation, forced orgasm (kinda?? idk) softdom!Jeongin - minors do not interactïżŒ
The change is not loud.
It doesnât crash into the room or demand attention, it just settles there quietly, like warmth seeping into spaces that used to feel a little colder, and before you can even name it, it starts showing up in small things.
Constant things. Things you donât know how to prepare for.
It starts in the morning.
Youâre barely awake, still tangled in your blanket, when the door opens softly and someone slips inside without knocking, the mattress dipping slightly as a familiar presence settles beside you. You donât open your eyes yet, but you feel it immediately, calm, steady, warm.
âStill sleeping?â Chan murmurs, his voice low and gentle. You hum something incoherent.
He chuckles softly, brushing your hair away from your face with slow fingers, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary before he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your temple.
âGood morning.â
Itâs quiet and simple but it sinks deep. You turn slightly toward him without thinking, instinctively leaning into the warmth, and he lets you, his thumb brushing lightly along your cheek before he finally stands.
âIâll make you something,â he adds. You nod, already smiling.
Later, youâre in the kitchen, still waking up properly, when arms wrap around you from behind without warning.
No sound. No build-up. Just warmth. Itâs solid.
You barely get a breath in before youâre pulled back against a firm chest, your body going still for half a second before relaxing immediately. Minho.
He doesnât say anything, just holds you. His chin rests lightly near your shoulder, his grip steady, grounding in a way that makes your chest soften.
ââŠhi,â you murmur. A quiet hum answers.
His hand shifts slightly at your waist, thumb brushing once, absentminded, before his lips press softly to the top of your head. Quick but it lingers. You actually melt. He exhales quietly, like he noticed. Of course he did.
ââŠweâll talk properly when youâre back from New York,â he says, low, calm, like itâs already decided. Your fingers curl against the counter.
ââŠokay.â
His arms loosen, not completely. Just enough.
Changbin is the opposite of subtle.
Youâre walking through the living room, minding your business, when suddenly-
âCome here-â
You donât even get to react before youâre lifted clean off the ground. âCHANGBIN!â
He laughs, loud and proud, one arm under your legs, the other around your back as he spins you once just because he can. âYouâre too light,â he complains.
âI WAS WALKING-â
âAnd now youâre not.â
You smack his shoulder, laughing despite yourself as he carries you across the dorm like this is completely normal. âPut me DOWN-â
âIn a minute.â
âYou said that five minutes agoâŠâ
âI lied.â Of course he did.
Hyunjin is quieter. But no less intense.
Youâre sitting on the couch when he joins you, close enough that your knees brush, his presence soft but deliberate. Your eyes are focused on an indivisible spot on the wall, thoughts running through your mind, scenario after scenario.
âYouâre thinking too much again,â he murmurs.
âIâm not-â
âYou are.â
His hand lifts, gently tilting your chin toward him, his touch careful, almost reverent as he studies your face for a second.
Then he leans in. Slow. Unrushed.
His lips brush yours in a soft, lingering kiss that feels more like a promise than anything else, his hand steady against your jaw as you lean into it without thinking.
âBreathe,â he whispers. And you do.
Han has completely abandoned the concept of personal space. Like, at all.
You sit down for maybe three seconds before heâs already next to you, then leaning on you, then fully draped over you like a human blanket. âI missed you,â he mumbles.
âYou saw me ten minutes ago.â
âThat was ten minutes too long.â You snort. He grins. Then, without warning, he presses a quick kiss to your cheek. âYouâre cute.â
ââŠyouâre insane.â
âYeah,â he agrees, not moving and you donât want him to.
Seungmin pretends heâs above all of it. He is not.
Youâre reaching for something on the shelf when he steps in beside you and grabs it first, handing it to you like itâs nothing.
âThanks.â
âOf course.â
You turn. He doesnât move. You walk straight into him. ââŠmove.â
âIn a second.â
You narrow your eyes. He doesnât budge. Instead, he leans down slightly, close enough that you can feel it before it happens, and presses a quick kiss to your cheek. Then another.
Then your lips. Deliberate.
You freeze. ââŠdid you just-â
âMaybe,â he says calmly, finally stepping back.
âYouâre unbelievable.â
âAnd yet,â he tilts his head slightly, a faint smirk forming, âyou said you love me.â
You choke. âI-â
âInteresting,â he hums, already walking away.
âYouâre insufferable-â
âStill loved.â
You stare after him. Annoyed. Flustered. Very aware he did that on purpose. And very aware of the wetness gathering between your legs.
Felix is soft. Always.
Youâre sitting together later, your head resting against his shoulder as his fingers trace slow patterns along your arm, absentminded, soothing.
âYou okay?â he asks quietly. You nod. He doesnât push. He never does.
Instead, he presses a gentle kiss into your hair, lingering there for a second. You turn your head and his thumb brushes over your jaw and cheek.
âIâm here.â You believe him.
Jeongin is dangerous in a quiet way. You almost miss it.
Almost.
Youâre passing him in the hallway when his hand brushes yours, your fingers catching slightly before slipping apart again. You stop and turn.
Heâs already looking at you. That small, knowing look.
ââŠdid you just do that on purpose?â you ask.
His brows lift slightly. âDo what?â
You stare at him as he steps closer, not much, just enough. âCareful,â he murmurs, voice low, calm, âyouâre starting to notice things.â
Your breath stutters. âYouâre annoying,â you say, but it lacks conviction.
A faint smile touches his lips. âBut you like it,â he reminds you quietly. And then he walks past you. Just like that. Leaving you standing there.
Thinking about it.
And somehow through all of it, it doesnât feel overwhelming. It feels like home.
Messy. Warm. A little too much.
But yours.
Dinner is loud again. Of course it is. It always comes back to loud.
Youâre halfway through your food when the thought slips out before you can overthink it. ââŠSomeone should come with me.â
Everyone looks up.
âWhat?â Chan asks.
âTo New York,â you add, a little more careful now. âI mean⊠if someone wants to and if your schedule allows it.â Silence.
Then-
âIâll go!â
âNo, I should go-â
âYouâll get lostâŠâ
âI will NOT get lost!â
âYou almost got lost in our own building.â
âYah! That was ONE time!â
âOkay, okay-â Chan tries. Fails.
Changbin leans forward. âOkay but how do we decide which one of us..?â
âWe could fight to the death,â Minho says casually between two bites which makes you giggle and he smirks your way.
âMINHO NO!â
He shrugs.
ââŠRock, paper, scissors?â someone suggests. Everyone looks at each other.
ââŠBet.â
And just like that⊠itâs chaos again.
The decision is made in the most ridiculous way possible, and honestly, you should have expected it. You really should have, because the second someone suggests rock-paper-scissors, the entire room shifts into chaos before anyone can even pretend to argue against it properly.
âThere is no way weâre deciding this like that,â Seungmin says, already sounding exhausted, arms crossed like he wants to remove himself from the situation entirely.
âWe absolutely are,â Changbin shoots back immediately, cracking his knuckles like this is a professional match instead of a group of grown men losing their minds. âItâs fair.â
âItâs not fair, itâs stupid.â
âItâs democratic,â Chan cuts in, already halfway to giving up as he rubs his face, fully aware this is happening whether he likes it or not.
Han is practically vibrating with excitement, already bouncing on his feet. âOkay, best out of three? Or tournament style??â
âTournament,â Changbin says without hesitation.
âOf course youâd say that,â Seungmin mutters under his breath.
Felix claps softly, smiling like this is the best idea anyone has ever had, Hyunjin stepping closer despite himself, and Jeongin- Jeongin just leans back slightly in his chair, watching everything unfold with that same calm, observant look he always has.
You watch them for a second longer, taking in the noise, the overlapping voices, the way this is about to spiral into something completely unnecessary, and then you shake your head softly.
ââŠokay, you guys have fun,â you say, already stepping back toward the door, grabbing your bag without waiting for an answer. No need to be present if this turns apocalyptic.
âIâll be in the studio. See you later.â
Someone protests, someone else shouts something about unfairness, Changbin is already calling for the first round, and you slip out before the chaos can pull you back in, the noise fading behind you as the hallway quiets again.
By the time you reach the smaller studio, everything feels different. Quieter. Focused.
The room is smaller than the one you usually use, the walls lined entirely with mirrors that reflect you from every angle, leaving nowhere to hide, no distractions to soften mistakes, just clean lines, posture, movement. It feels more like a ballet studio than a practice room, and thatâs exactly why you like it, because it forces you to be precise, forces you to pay attention to everything.
The music plays low as you start moving, your body slipping into rhythm instinctively, every step measured, every shift of weight deliberate, your gaze flicking to your reflection as you correct, adjust, refine, repeating the sequence again and again until your breathing deepens and your thoughts begin to quiet.
You donât notice how much time passes.
Until the door opens.
You donât turn immediately because you already feel it, the shift in the air, the presence filling the space behind you, familiar in a way that makes your body register it before your mind does.
ââŠYouâre off count,â his voice says lightly.
You stop, just for a second, before turning, catching his reflection in the mirror first before you face him fully. Jeongin leans against the doorframe like heâs been there longer than he has, relaxed, composed, like he belongs in this space, his gaze steady as it moves over you.
âIâm not,â you say, a little breathless but firm.
His lips twitch slightly. âYou are.â
He pushes himself off the wall and steps inside, the door clicking shut behind him as he approaches without hesitation, stopping just close enough to make your breath catch, your reflection now holding both of you side by side.
âYouâre rushing here,â he murmurs, his hand lifting before settling lightly at your waist, adjusting your stance with careful precision that feels far too natural. Your breath stutters.
âThere,â he says quietly.
You glance at the mirror, and of course heâs right, your shoulders relaxing slightly as you exhale. ââŠYouâre annoying.â
âI know.â
The silence that follows isnât empty, it stretches, warm and slow, something shifting underneath it as you turn your attention back to him instead of your reflection, studying him now.
âYou came here just to correct me?â
âNo,â he says. A small pause follows before he adds, âI came to tell you I won.â
It takes a second for that to register, your expression softening when it does.
âYouâre coming to New York with me?â
âYeah.â
Relief flickers across your face before you can stop it, your shoulders dropping slightly as you nod. âGood.â You were hoping to spend some alone time with him. His gaze catches that immediately, like he always does, like he stores every reaction without needing to ask for it.
âThey used to make us practice here,â he says after a moment, his tone shifting slightly, quieter now, more reflective. âBack when we were trainees.â
You glance around again, taking in the small space, the mirrors, the closeness of it all. âItâs⊠small.â
âFor eight people?â he huffs softly. âYeah.â A faint smile touches his lips. âBut it made us closer.â
Your gaze returns to him. âHow?â
He shrugs. âHad to endure each other. Han and Hyunjin used to fight all the time,â he says, almost amused. âOver everything and nothing.â
You snort softly. âI can see that.â
âChan was so different back then. Strict,â he continues. âReally strict. No mistakes, no excuses. I sometimes barley recognise him- heâs so⊠warm now.â A smile spreads on both of your faces. That tracks.
âAnd you?â you ask, tilting your head slightly. Thereâs a pause, brief but noticeable.
âI didnât talk much,â he says. âI was shy. Just⊠watched. Tried to learn as much as possible in a short time, to impress them.â
You study him for a moment longer before stepping a little closer, something softer, more curious slipping into your voice.
âWell,â you murmur lightly, âthat changed.â
His head tilts slightly. âDid it?â
You nod, your gaze steady on his. âYouâre still quiet.â Another step closer. âBut youâre not shy anymore.â
That lands differently. Something in his expression shifts, subtle but real, not louder, not more expressive, just⊠grounded, certain in a way that wasnât there before.
âYou think so?â he asks quietly.
âYeah. I do.â
The space between you feels smaller now, heavier, something building underneath it as your confidence pushes forward just enough to test him.
âYou think you have me figured out,â you add, your voice dropping slightly, your lips curving just enough. âDonât you?â
He watches you longer this time, his gaze steady, unreadable in a way that makes your pulse pick up. Then he also steps closer.
Not rushed. Not hesitant either.
âI donât think,â he murmurs. Your breath falters. âI know.â
You feel it. The shift.
ââŠprove it,â you whisper.
Something in his expression shifts, subtle but decisive, like a line has been crossed and thereâs no point pretending otherwise anymore, his hand tightening at your waist just slightly before he moves, quick and effortless, lifting you like you weigh nothing at all.
A soft gasp escapes you, surprised, your hands instinctively gripping his shoulders as your balance disappears for a second, your body reacting before your mind can catch up, your breath catching as his brows lift just slightly, that quiet, knowing smirk tugging at his lips.
He doesnât put you down but keeps you there. Held. Close. So close your noses almost brush.
âProve it?â he murmurs, his voice low, almost amused, his breath warm against your lips as his grip steadies you effortlessly. âBaby⊠I have nothing to prove.â
Your pulse spikes. His gaze drops to your mouth for a second before lifting again, slower this time, heavier. âBut I have a lot to give you.â Your breath falters. And then he closes the distance.
The kiss isnât hesitant, not testing, not unsure, it lands warm and certain, his mouth moving against yours with a confidence that makes your thoughts scatter immediately, your fingers tightening against him as your body leans in without thinking, drawn closer by something that feels inevitable.
Heâs still holding you. Still standing.
The angle shifts slightly as you adjust, your breath slipping between the kiss, your heart racing as it deepens, not rushed, not rough, just⊠fuller, like heâs taking his time on purpose, like he knows exactly what heâs doing and exactly what itâs doing to you.
And then-
it changes.
Not abruptly but unmistakably. His grip firms, one hand steady at your waist as he turns, carrying you with him without breaking the kiss, every step controlled, deliberate, until the back of his legs meet the sofa and he lowers himself down, guiding you with him in one smooth motion.
You land on his lap, straddling him. Your hands still on his shoulders, your breath uneven, your body reacting before your mind can even try to catch up with what just happened.
He doesnât pull away, not immediately.
The kiss lingers, softer now but no less intense, his thumb brushing lightly against your side in a slow, deliberate motion that makes your breath hitch again before he finally leans back just enough to look at you.
Really look at you.
Close enough that thereâs no space left for anything but him.
âYou talk a lot when youâre confident,â he murmurs, his voice quieter now but still steady, his hands resting at your waist like he has no intention of letting you go. Your heart pounds.
âAnd you,â he adds softly, his gaze flicking briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes, his thumb tracing that same slow line against your side, âyou stop thinking.â
Your breath catches. Because heâs right. Again.
His gaze lingers, waiting, not asking, just giving you that split second of control. You donât take it.
And thatâs all he needs.
He leans in again, slower this time, more deliberate, like heâs fully aware of every reaction heâs pulling from you now, the kiss deepening with intention, with control, his hand tightening just slightly at your waist to keep you exactly where you are.
On him. With him. And completely caught in him.
You feel his hand wandering up your back, toward your neck before firmly grabbing it, holding you in position. When he pulls back, his lips are mere inches from yours and you feel his breath as he whispers:
âStrip for me, princess.â
Your eyes open wide and you still for a second, your fingers clawing into his shirt at his shoulders. You quickly look around at all the mirrors surrounding you and then back to his face-
a small smirk forms on his lips.
âDonât be shy. Do it.â His tongue darts out to lick his lip and your eyes follow the movement. âNow.â
You awkwardly climb down from his lap and get into position in front of him before you slowly start to shimmy out of your clothes, one by one.
First is your shirt. You pull it slowly over your head and drop it to the floor. Before embarrassment can settle in, you continue, already reaching behind to unclasp your bra. The white lace fabric glides over your arms and falls to the floor next to your shirt, leaving you bare-chested in front of him.
You let out a breath you didnât even know you were holding and look up to meet his eyes. Theyâre focused on yours- not your boobs, but your face; the pinkish tint on your cheeks and your slightly parted lips. Jeonginâs head tilts a bit to the side while he adjusts his sitting posture; heâs fully manspreading in front of you, hands resting casually on his thighs, a glint in his eyes that sends shivers down your spine.
But also encourages you.
Your fingers hook inside your yoga pants and you slowly drag them down your legs, stepping out of them until youâre only in your lace panties with the small pink bow at the front. His eyes dart down and linger for a second on the dainty accessory, and you could swear you see him swallow in response.
He reaches out one hand toward you. âCome here.â You do.
He guides you back onto his lap and you feel his already hard member against your barely clothed sex. A small gasp escapes you, which makes him hum before pulling you flush against his lips once again-devouring your mouth until itâs a tangled mess of tongue, teeth, and spit.
âJeongin-â you gasp as his hips buck against you, and he hums.
âI know. Patience,â he mumbles against the corner of your mouth, placing small kisses there and down your neck.
âI donât want patienceâŠâ you whine, your fingers finding his hair, gently tugging on the soft strands, making him chuckle darkly.
âI know that, too. Youâre so impatient, princess.â
âHavenât you teased me enough already? Youâve been doing it for weeks.â A small pout dances around your lips.
âHm,â he hums and grabs your chin so you look him straight in the eyes. âAnd what exactly is it that you want; My fingers? Mouth? My cock?â
You gasp at his sudden straightforwardness and blink, and he chuckles.
âCute.â
His arm wraps around your waist, lifts you up from his lap, and turns you around so youâre suddenly straddling him backwards.
âWhat-â you ask, but his hands are already glued to your waist, a strong grip that does not hurt, though.
His lips are beside your ear when he whispers, âHow about you take what I give you, lamb, if you can take it.â One hand turns your head toward the mirror in front of you, and suddenly itâs all so clear what the bigger picture is:
This is going to be different than with anyone else, because he is different. Just like Jeongin is always watching, now youâre watching as well. Everything.
âEyes on yourself. If you look away, Iâll stop.â His voice is firm now, a dark underlying tone that demands dominance without screaming it.
You just nod, and then-
you feel it.
His hand between your legs, pushing the damp fabric of your panties to the side. His long fingers run through your glistening folds and you stare at your own reflection while his head rests on your shoulder.
Calm. Collected. In control.
Jeonginâs fingers circle around your entrance, teasing the small opening without actually entering. He wanders toward your clit, exploring all your sensitive areas, and you let out a gasp when he finally circles the small nub, rubbing it in slow but firm circles. You get lost for a second and close your eyes, and the sensation immediately stops-
you notice your mistake, quickly opening them again and finding yourself in the mirror.
âTs, ts, tsâŠâ
He tuts, a small smirk dancing around his lips. âS-sorryâŠâ you mumble back, and his fingers give a slight flick to your clit, which earns him a sharp inhale from you.
Jeongin watches your flushed face in the mirror; the way your eyes want to flutter shut, to give in, but you try to fight against it. The way your chest rises and falls with each flick of his fingers, the way your nipples perk up because of the cool air inside the studio. You look absolutely divine, and it drives him crazy.
Your eyes watch as his fingers move through your folds, gathering enough slick until they press against your tight entrance, asking for entry. Your legs move by themselves, opening wider for him, which earns you a hum of approval from him.
âGood girl. Letâs see if you can continue to use that smart brain of yoursâŠâ
And with that, he pushes two of his long digits inside you, curling them right up against your sweet spot while his other hand remains on your waist, pushing you further down. Your mouth falls open but no sound comes out; you literally choke on nothing as he starts to quicken the pace, scissoring his fingers against your walls, opening you up for him.
âHm? No smart remark or comeback? I just had to fuck you with my fingers to shut up the brat in you?â he hums beside your ear, his voice low and steady as if heâs not knuckle-deep inside you right now. You nod absentmindedly, not even fully comprehending what he said.
Your eyes are still fixed on your own reflection, and the sight alone makes you clench in return. Your first orgasm builds quickly, and just as youâre about to come, he withdraws his fingers fully, making you whine loudly in protest.
âJeongin!â you huff, finding his eyes in the mirror, an amused expression on his face, but there is something else as well. Heâs not as unbothered as he pretends to be- his lips are parted, pupils fully blown, and he is rock hard beneath you.
So you decide to tease back, just a little roll of your hips against his still-clothed dick, and you can see his composure slipping.
Both of his hands grab your waist and hold you still when you roll against him again. Your eyes meet in the mirror and you smirk.
âFeeling confident, huh?â he asks, and you shrug. âA little.â But your confidence starts to slip when his hand disappears beneath his waistband, pushing his joggers down just enough to free his length. Shit.
âOh? What is it, lamb?â he asks softly while slowly stroking his intimidating cock. âIs your confidence slipping?â
You huff. âAs ifâŠâ But it doesnât sound convincing at all.
âLetâs see how long the brat in you lastsâŠâ he mumbles against your ear, and you swallow. You donât even know what position you should take him in best, but heâs already reading your mind like an open book, chuckling lowly in return. âExactly like this.â
And then he pushes inside.
Youâve never had your eyes roll back before- you always thought it was exaggerated in porn, but right now? Yeah. Youâre literally speechless as youâre impaled on his cock.
He sets a fast pace, one hand holding you down so he can drive himself even deeper inside you, his other hand resting against your lower abdomen before pressing down slightly, making you release a small cry.
âHoly shit-â he mumbles, eyes glued to the two bodies in the mirror as he watches every reaction your face gives away. His hand finds your hair, loosely gathering it into a ponytail and pulling your head back so your neck is fully exposed to him. His teeth sink into the soft skin, biting, licking, and kissing the flesh before he starts sucking hard.
He only stops when heâs satisfied with the dark purple mark forming on your neck, all while fucking into you relentlessly.
âJeongin, Iâm c-closeâŠâ you manage to stutter, and he hums.
âLook at you-â he mumbles in your ear. You already are, unable to look away from your reflection. âMy dumb little baby. Always so smart and witty, and now fucked dumb on my cock-â
His dirty talk hits different. You never thought youâd hear him talk like that, but it turns you on so much, your high approaching dangerously fast. His fingers find your clit again, rubbing the small nub as your walls begin to clench down on him. Jeongin curses as your cunt grips him tightly, pulling him deeper in, ready to milk him dry.
Your legs shake uncontrollably as your orgasm rips through you, a loud moan echoing through the studio as your fingers dig into his thighs. âOh my god, oh my god-â
You try to pry his hand away from your overstimulated cunt, but he chuckles and grabs both of your hands, holding them behind your back.
âToo much! I c-canât-â you whine, still trembling on top of him, but he keeps going, brushing your cervix with the tip of his length over and over.
âI know thereâs one more in youâŠâ he coos in your ear, holding your arms firmly behind your back as he rubs your clit again, making you let out a strangled scream, almost choking from the overstimulation.
But heâs right. You feel it. Under the sharp, stinging sensation, thereâs heat again. And it builds.
âCome on, princess, gimme one moreâŠâ
And with that, it breaks-
You hear it before you realize whatâs happening, the faint splashing sound making you look at the mirror, staring in shock as you squirt all over his fingers, his cock, his joggers, the sofa.
Your vision turns white as another orgasm tears through you, overwhelming every nerve before you finally collapse on top of him.
Jeonginâs eyes are blown wide at the sight of you, and it pushes him over the edge too; one sharp thrust before he stills, buried deep inside you as he releases, spurt after spurt of cum, filling you to the brim.
Itâs quiet now. Only your heavy breathing fills the room. He carefully releases your arms and pulls you flush against his chest, his face buried against your back.
âI love you.â
Itâs faint. A whisper. Barely audible. But itâs deafening between the two of you.
You smile to yourself before reaching weakly behind you, tangling your fingers in his hair.
âI know.â
And you do. Because even though Jeongin may be quiet and observant-
his love isnât.
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