a/n: no one can convince me jongseob isn't the shyest dom ever. i mean you can put him in the sub category if you want but man. to me he's just the shyest mf bc you're hella intimidating. catch him when he's cocky and he's make you tap out, trust. i wrote this based off this ask btw!
jongseob had tried to ignore you for over an hour. his glasses kept slipping down his nose from how many times heβd looked down at his workbook, only to be distracted again by the soft hum of your voice, your hand brushing too close to his thigh, your lazy giggles every time you caught him squirming. he had begged you. begged. to let him get through at least this one chapter. he had a physics quiz tomorrow. he needed this grade.
but you were no help.
you were wearing his hoodie, but nothing underneath. he could see the soft curve of your bare thighs where you sat across from him on the bed, feet tangled together. his pen had dropped somewhere near your knee. youβd made a show of picking it up. slow, stretching just enough for the hem to ride up and flash the pretty dip between your thighs. jongseob had choked, muttered a breathless βplease, stopβ that didnβt sound convincing at all.
you: βstop what?β
your voice was all syrup, all innocent cruelty. he looked up from the page, cheeks already red.
j: βyou know what youβre doingβ¦β
he did that thing again where he licked his lips and immediately regretted it. you watched him. your hand crept forward. fingers slipped up to where his lap was covered by a too-thin blanket.
you: βyouβre so tense. iβm helping you relax.β
j: βiβ¦ i c-canβt focus if you-β
you crawled across the mattress until your face was in his neck, until your hand was curled around his cock through his sweats, rubbing slow just to hear the way he whimpered. jongseob was panting already, his eyes screwed shut behind his glasses. he looked so helpless. head tilted back, adamβs apple twitching, body trembling just from your palm. he always got like this when you teased him. but tonight he cracked.
your palm squeezed. his hips bucked. he grabbed your wrist.
j: βn-no. no more.β
you blinked. surprised by the edge in his tone, even more surprised when he pushed your hand away and shoved the book off the bed. he stared at you for a second, like he wasnβt sure he meant to do that, then swallowed hard.
j: βlay down.β
you tilted your head, smirking.
you: βare you mad at me?β
j: βyes. lay down.β
his voice, shaking.
your heart thudded. you obeyed. and for a second you thought he might crumble again. but he didnβt. jongseob took off his glasses and set them down like he was about to perform surgery. his hands were trembling as he hovered over you. he stared down at your body like he wasnβt allowed to touch it, like one wrong move would make you disappear.
then he touched you. slowly, cautiously. his palm on your stomach, dragging up to cup your chest under the hoodie. you gasped. he whimpered.
j: βiβm not supposed toβ¦ but youβre not letting me studyβ¦ soβ¦β
you didnβt even get the chance to tease him again. because suddenly he was kissing your neck, then lower, licking across your chest with shaky, eager breaths, mumbling little curses into your skin. your hoodie bunched up to your ribs. he slid down between your thighs, face red, hands gripping your hips like he needed permission.
j: βcan iβ¦ can i taste you?β
you nodded. breathless. he licked his lips and dropped his head, burying it between your legs with a desperate moan like heβd needed this more than air. his tongue was clumsy at first. nervous, unsure. but he made up for it with how hungry he was. whining softly, mouth dragging over you again and again until your back arched.
you were tugging his hair before long, thighs trembling around his head. and still he didnβt stop. your teasing was long forgotten. jongseob was shaking, humping the mattress, fully red in the face while he licked you through your moans. you tried to pull him up, he refused.
j: βnot until you cum. iβ¦ i want it. pleaseβ¦β
you came with his name tangled on your tongue, body writhing under his mouth. when he finally pulled away, his lips were wet, eyes glazed. you tugged him up by the hoodie strings and kissed him, catching your own taste on his tongue.
he moaned into your mouth. hips twitching against your thigh.
you: βyou still mad?β
j: βi need to fuck you.β
jongseob whimpered. pulled your hips into his lap. and the studying was forgotten.
his hands were shaking so hard you almost took over for him. almost. but something in the way he looked at you made you still. like he needed to be the one to do this. like heβd finally snapped and couldnβt bear being teased anymore without giving something back. his fingers fumbled with the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down with a soft, breathless gasp when your thighs spread.
j: βi-i donβt know if i can do it rightβ¦ justβ¦ tell me if i mess up.β
he was already hard, tenting his sweats, the head of his cock damp and obvious through the fabric. you could see how bad he wanted it, wanted you. and yet even now, he hesitated, hovering over your body like he was afraid he might break you.
you reached down and tugged at his waistband.
you: βtake these off. youβre already leaking, seob.β
he whined softly, almost embarrassed, but obeyed. his sweats dropped, cock springing free. pretty and flushed, twitching from the pressure heβd built up all night. when he climbed between your thighs, he lined himself up, eyes locked to yours like he was waiting for you to stop him. you didnβt.
his voice broke as he bottomed out, hips trembling above yours. you moaned under him, hands gripping his arms as he sank deeper, cock stretching you open inch by inch. he wasnβt rough. he didnβt know how to be rough, but he was hungry.
he started moving slowly. short thrusts, hips stuttering as he tried to keep control. you could feel how hard he was trying to hold back. biting his lip, forehead damp, little whimpers slipping through when your walls clenched.
you: βfaster. donβt hold back, seob.β
j: βi-i canβtβ¦ iβll cum too fast- fuck-β
but his hips picked up anyway. the slick sound of skin against skin filled the room, his cock dragging deep with each thrust. he leaned in, hiding his face in your neck. moaning every time you clenched around him, panting your name like a prayer.
j: βyou feel so good, i c-canβt think- y-you kept teasing, i- mmph-β
you dug your nails into his back and rocked your hips up to meet him. he gasped, pace faltering.
you: βgonna cum already?β
j: βn-no- i mean- y-yeah- iβm trying not to- fuck, i canβt-β
he started shaking. the moment your walls clenched again, his whole body stiffened and he moaned so sweet and high in your ear. his cock throbbed as he spilled inside you, hips jerking through each pulse, breath ragged and broken.
j: βs-sorry- i didnβt lastβ¦ i didnβtβ¦β
you: βyou didnβt even try to hold back, seobie.β
j: βi-i couldnβt help it. you were so tight. so warm. iβ¦ i c-can go again though. iβll make you cum. just give me a second-β
he pulled out slowly, cock softening but still twitching. you felt the wetness leak down your thighs. he watched it with wide eyes, cheeks flushed, hands already fumbling to touch you again. this time with less hesitation.
j: βi-i wanna taste itβ¦ all of itβ¦ gonna make you cum with my mouth again, please-β
and just like that, nerdy, flustered jongseob had dropped back to his knees between your thighs. studying abandoned. quiz forgotten. only you in his mind now. his only subject, his favorite test.
this time it was different. messier. needier. his tongue lapped through the slick mix of you and him like heβd lost control of himself. moaning, licking, gasping when your hips bucked and your thighs tightened around his head. he didnβt slow down.
he growled into your pussy.
j: βkeep your legs open. donβt move.β
his voice was muffled, low, soaked in heat and embarrassment and command. you gasped, already twitching under his tongue, barely able to handle how sloppy he was. his hands dug into your thighs, thumbs spreading you wider as he focused on your clit. sucking and flicking his tongue, messy and insistent.
you reached for his hair, but he caught your wrist and pinned it to the bed.
j: βlet me do it. iβm not stopping until you cum.β
his mouth was everywhere. soft licks, sharp flicks, his lips wrapping around your clit just right. and every time your hips twitched, he pressed them back down like he was memorizing what made you squirm. his cock was still twitching, half-hard against the bed, drooling onto the sheets. but he didnβt care. not yet.
you: βseob- fuck- baby iβm-β
j: βcum. cum on my tongue, please.β
you broke with a gasp. hips jerking, body arching into his face as your orgasm hit, hot and blinding and so much after how long heβd teased you. he held you down through it, lapping up everything you gave him, moaning like he was getting off from your taste alone.
he didnβt stop until your legs were trembling. until your cunt twitched under his tongue, overstimulated and soaked. then he finally looked up. mouth and chin glossy, face flushed, eyes wild.
j: βdid iβ¦ do okay?β
you nodded weakly. and he smiled, proud but still a little shy, crawling up your body to kiss you with his cum-slick lips.
j: βi think i wanna study like this from now on.β
you laughed breathlessly, pulling him back down.
you: βwho knew nerds were so good with their tongues.β
j: βiβll get better. i swear. justβ¦ let me try again later.β
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hiii, this is my first fic ever and it's probably ass but i still felt like postingπ just wanted to let u guys know that english is not my first language and im just trying my best!
idol!keeho x reader (no specific gender)
fluffff, no warnings
also kinda self indulgent lmao,, anyways enjoy the 1st part!!Β‘!
It had been a couple months since you had moved to South Korea. Your university had offered you to spend a year abroad to broaden your language and social skills, an opportunity you couldn't reject. However, your tight budget meant you had to look for a job that allowed you to study at the same time, one that didn't requiere much experience.
You found yourself applying for a job in flower shop that was pretty close to your apartment. Given your love for their beauty and fresh scent, being surrounded by flowers while working didn't sound unappealing at all. The only inconvenience was not being fluent in Korean, but at least you knew the basics to serve customers. That's what you came here for after all right? To learn.
The warm light of a sunny afternoon casted through the wide windows of the flower shop. You were standing behind the register, waiting for the next customer as you practiced your go-to korean phrases under your breath when a young man walked through the door. He said hello with a warm smile and started explaining what he was looking for. Your focused expression gave you away as you tried to keep up with his petition. He then noticed that you weren't korean.
"Wait, do you... speak English?" He carefully asked, not wanting to make my efforts go to waste. "Yeah! Oh my god, I'm sorry, I'm really trying with Korean but it's still so hard for me..." You quickly answered. "No no no, I didn't mean it like that, I just thought you might be more comfortable with English." You returned the smile at his kind words and he continued to make his order, this time in English.
He wanted a bouquet for mother's day, so you got to work, combining differently colored and sized flowers with his help. As you were wrapping it up with a bow, he fixed his eyes on you, like if hesitating to speak. He suddenly did. "Can I ask where you're from?" You looked up from the bouquet, meeting his curious gaze. "Sure, I'm from (your country). I came here to study, but i gotta pay rent too, you know." He chuckled. He had a beautiful smile, you thought.
"And you? You sound like a native English speaker." You tilted your head, returning the question with the same curiosity. "I'm Canadian, I came here to work. It's been many years, though. It's nice to meet an English speaker in here, I kinda missed it." You let out a breathy laugh this time, agreeing.
He payed for the bouquet and you thanked him for his purchase. Before leaving, he asked one last question. "Wait, can I ask your name too? I'm curious" He said as he scratched the back of his neck, looking away. "It's (y/n). What's yours?" "...Stephen" He hesitated a little before answering and then kept speaking. "Cute name, y/n. I'll see you around." You thanked him again before saying goodbye, the smile on your face becoming a timid one.
You shook your head back to reality as he walked out. You weren't here for meeting boys, specially after your most recent break up.
It had been some days since your encounter with Stephen. It would be a lie to say that you hadn't thought of him in the past few days, but you'd just shake the thought out of your head, assuming that he wouldn't come back. Why would he? You had only seen him once in the store, so the chances were low. There were many other nice customers who were patient with you and gave you a kind treatment, but there was something about this Stephen guy that made you want to see him again.
Exactly a week after first meeting him, almost like if he had calculated it, he walked into the store again. You greeted him politely in Korean, thinking it was just another local customer, but immediately realized it was Stephen, freezing for a second. He laughed at your reaction and the conversation started flowing naturally between the both of you.
"What are you looking for today?" You asked with a friendly smile, secretly too happy to see him again. "Uhmm, just another bouquet. It's... for my sister. Yeah, she's coming to Korea soon and I figured I should welcome her properly..." His response sounded a little doubtful, but you still got to work, choosing the best flowers as Stephen just stared, leaning against the register bar.
"So, how long have you been here for? I don't think I've seen you before." He filled the silence with another question. You explained your current situation to him, your eyes still fixed on the bouquet as you put it together. As the silence formed again, you decided to break it this time without thinking much about it. "You must be really romantic, huh? Buying all these flowers for your loved ones..."
You lifted your eyes to meet his. The little smirk on his face made you realise the weigth of your own words, your cheeks going red. "I guess." Stephen chuckled, noticing the way you got flustered. "Have you been able to make any friends yet? I mean, cuz you haven't been here for long..." He asked. "Well, I've met some people at uni, but I don't think I can call them my friends yet. Language barrier hits hard, I guess." You replied, handing him the final product.
"True... You got me, tho. As your english-speaker buddy, I mean." He mentally facepalmed right after saying it, instantly regretting his use of words. You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand shyly. "That's right, it's so relieving to finally have a full conversation with someone." He payed with cash this time, just to give you some extra tip. You thanked him like you always did and, before you even realised it, he was already out the door.
As you looked down at the cash he had left on the register bar, you noticed something else. A small piece of paper with something written on it. You took it up between your fingers, carefully reading the numbers. A phone number. You smiled to yourself, excitement creeping in inevitably.
okay ik i never post and i have like no followers but.. should i start writing something? i have a keeho x reader story in my mind already so maybe......π΄π»