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Flowers in December (m)

Ice skater!Sunghoon x Insecure!Reader

A/N: This is the first non porn without plot fic I’ve written since literal years so I hope it’s not complete garbage. I do wanna give a trigger warning since this is very self-indulgent and goes to quite a lot of depressing places so if that triggers you be careful <3 This was also written with a bigger reader in mind, but if you can identify with it even if you aren’t that is a 100% valid too. This also kind of drags on so be warned :)

Word count: 3k

Warnings: reader is depresso, body image issues, reader has a lot of self hatred, honestly just very bleak over all?, oral (fem. receiving), unprotected sex (use a condom y’all, pulling out ain’t safe), tears, lots of emotions

Beauty lingers out of reach. So every week you stood there, watching him twirl and fly across the ice. When he fell you cried with him and when he succeeded it felt like your heart was going to explode out of your chest, but that simply was all that it stayed. Before practice ended you always made a quiet exit through the big metal doors. Every time you wanted to stay, but being seen wasn’t a sacrifice you were willing to make.

Every week you rode the bus with your headphones on. You listened to Mazzy Star on rainy days and there had been a lot of rainy days lately.

Sometimes the loneliness felt nice, like it was beautiful, purposeful, but most of the times it just felt so miserable you wanted to pull your hair out and let yourself sink onto the dirty bus floor until you merged with the rubber. The silence, filled with podcasts and hours long YouTube summaries of the pretty little liars plot always seemed to come back, no matter how much you meticulously charged your headphones every night.

For quite a while now you had been feeling like you were trapped in a loop, reliving the same bleak reality of a day, a week, a month, over and over again. It, to be fair, wasn’t really like you were trying to change much about it either, as your body and mind had grown much too weak.

When you came home you stripped your coat off, tossed your keys on the table and threw yourself onto your couch face first, before you could gather the motivation to dig up something to eat out of your fridge. You morosely swallowed the leftover of the pasta you had held yourself back from finishing the previous day and decided to go to bed early, ignoring the sore ache in your stomach. When you stripped of your clothes in the bathroom you didn’t look at yourself in the mirror.

The day you first actually met Sunghoon you were late. You were late and he was early and you were completely fucked because oh my god did you dread the thought of having to face and worse, be looked at by the paradise bird of your desires.

“Y/N?”

His eyebrows raised, out of reflex you suspected, and he shoved his hands further into the pockets of his windbreaker the thin frame of the bus station not doing a great job at shielding from the wind.

There it was again, that feeling of anxiety that brewed in your chest as a reaction to something unexpected happening. Your tongue went dry, your hands shaky and clammy. More than a hoarse “Uh” couldn’t seem to leave your lips.

“I don’t think we’ve seen each other since you left the team?” It was more a question than a statement and you forced yourself to act contemplative as you tried to find your voice again.

“Yeah I don’t think so either” Simple. Your voice didn’t crack and neither did you over share. Good job Y/N.

“I was really sad when you didn’t come to practice anymore, the team could’ve really used some more people”, Sunghoon grinned, with a mouth full of sharp teeth and god was it a gorgeous grin, you thought to yourself.

“Yeah I didn’t really think it was a sport for someone who, you know, looks like me”, you graced him with an awkward smile and fidgeted with the headphones around your neck while painfully trying to avoid looking into his eyes.

His smile faded a little but noticeably and his gaze drifted to the floor, weakening to his own shyness. Before an uncomfortable silence was able to claw its nails into both of you, the bus came to your saving, finding its rocky stop in front of the station.

Sunghoon took a later bus into the same direction as you every week after practice, you found out. You also found out that he lived barely two blocks away from you and you could’ve easily seen each other, if you’d left the house a bit more or found the motivation to go on one of your so called “depression walks”, at whose mention Sunghoon laughed.

Your conversations got less and less awkward and soon you didn’t feel the need to leave early anymore, smiling at him and internally cheering him on when he made his rounds on the ice. It became a strange ritual, watching him practice, waiting for him to then ride the bus together.

You’d put your headphones on him, show him music, most of the times you would just talk to each other. And you had damned yourself for the fact that you never previously got to know Sunghoon enough to find out that behind the beautiful exterior, he also had an inside, seemingly made of butterfly wings, so sensitive and exquisite. Talking to him, being listened to by him, almost made you doubt your theory of unlovability and never ending fate of being unwanted.

Sunghoon had turned your miserable and your beautiful loneliness into something else. No loneliness at all. Contentment.

Until, on week six your insecurity started kicking in. She came out of nowhere, harsh and abrupt, like a hit to the back of your head to remind you that you were after all who you were and he was who he was.

This is the way it had been ever since you were able to form a proper thought. You craved love and validation, but in the same breath damned both of them as you knew you would never be enough for someone. You had built up a front in the means of self protection. Because to you the thought of someone who’d earnestly love you back seemed impossible.

And there he was, dancing across the frozen water. Hand in hand with a girl, so angelic and elegant, with long thin legs and diamonds adorning her dress. She was like a little dove, you thought. A pretty pretty dove. And you were a slug. You indeed felt like a fucking slug.

The only option left in your silly little damaged mind, was to leave. It had been a trusty option for as long as you could think and it also in this situation didn’t fail to give you that satisfying stinging sensation in your heart that made you want to cry and scream at yourself to not be so stupid. You had grown to like that sting.

The bus ride on the way home felt too long for your own good and empty without Sunghoon’s kittycat grin and boyish laugh. You entered the gates of your home with not a single ounce of energy left in your body and immediately after getting rid of your coat let yourself sink into the cushions of your reliable couch. Oh how it fucking hurts, you thought, as you sank into a sorrowful sleep.

The ringing of your doorbell ripped you out of your slumber non-too-gently and the way from your couch to your front door seemed to be miles longer than it already was usually.

“Are you mad at me”, was the first thing you heard when you reluctantly opened the door, looking straight into the eyes of your favorite snow angel. One or two seconds were spend in shock, another one asking yourself how he knew your address, the rest answering your own question after realizing you had talked about were you lived before and he probably just remembered the way you described your house.

“Why would I be mad at you?” You stared at him with big eyes. Big tired eyes. Sunghoon felt his heart sink.

“You left while I was practicing. I saw you leaving and- and I wanted to go after you but you know I can’t do that when I need to be on the ice and-“

The corners of your mouth wearily tugged downwards more and more as you listening to his confused rant. The thought of making Sunghoon sad and confused would’ve broken your heart if it wasn’t already broken.

“Sunghoon I’m sorry”, you finally croaked out.

“I’m really sorry for leaving I just didn’t feel good”,you whispered, now finally noticing the hot salty tears that had escaped your eyes.

Sunghoon frowned. He took a step forward, tucked his chin over your head and tangled you safely in his embrace, before closing the door behind himself.

“Y/N why are you crying”, he purred.

A broken sob wrecked through you like a hurricane and you found yourself not being able to answer that question at first thought.

“Because- be- because I” Thoughts shot through your head like a shotgun, you considered honesty for once. Honesty? It felt like the right thing to do even when your stupid, fucked up heart was telling you to run for the hills. You had to decide to act before the reality of your actions could travel to your brain. Pulling yourself out of his embrace you jumped into the cold water.

“Because im really really stupid- and I’m in love with you and I’m sorry because I- I mean fucking look at me. The thing is I know I’m inadequate and that’s why I’m so fucking sorry I just-“ Your speech was prematurely ended when another body shaking sob wrecked through your body, making you shiver and pull into yourself.

Sunghoon had stood through all of it, quietly in front of you, gently staring at you in your fragile state. Listening to your words, he seemed to recognize them from somewhere and it sent a sharp pain right through his body. He wasn’t certain if he was supposed to pounce on you and kiss you to the moon and back or softly wipe your tears away and hold you.

So he want for the ladder.

“Y/N”, the pretty boy murmured again, stepping closer, bringing his hands up to your face, first tugging some strands of hair behind your ear before wiping the tears that framed your cheeks to their demise.

“You don’t have to be sorry. You really don’t have to be sorry.”

Big glassy eyes looked up at him like you didn’t understand anything anymore. You had mentally prepared for plenty of reactions and this wasn’t one of them. So you just stared. Stared into his mellow coffee eyes while tears streamed from you own.

And then Sunghoon kissed you. Soft pink lips gently moving over yours, his one hand cradling your face, the other hugging your body to himself. Even then you couldn’t help but think about how you wished you were a bit more easy to put your arm around, a bit more dainty. But he didn’t seem to care and he kissed you until you started kissing him back and when he felt like he has kissed your tearstained lips enough, he moved on to place soft butterfly pecks against your neck.

You moaned out his name, your voice too strained from what you had previously put it through, and wove your fingers through his soft locks, finally pulling him away from you. A confused look was what first met you when you were eye to eye again, quickly fading when you took his hand to lead him away from your front door, to the warm, open arms of your bed.

Sunghoon understood, and he wasted no time continuing to press his lips to yours as you both sunk into the cushions. Soon his windbreaker was stripped off and as his lips did around your neck, his hands started to wander around your body, in reaction to which your body noticeably stiffened. The attractive man rose from his previous task of littering your collar bones in gentle kisses and looked at you, question in his eyes.

He felt your reluctance, he could sense it. And no matter how hard Sunghoon tried to tell himself it was only a substance less theory his brain created he knew that somewhere inside of you there was a deep, rotten pain. He knew from the way you walked through the streets, the way you stood and from the way you couldn’t manage to confess your feelings for him without crying and apologizing. There was a hurt inside of you.

“I don’t really look like the girls you usually fuck” A question, thrown into the room, as you anxiously gazed up at him, the hands around his waist fidgety.

He shook his head, sighing at the way you dropped your head back onto the bed and stared emptily at the ceiling.

“But I like you a lot. I-“ He breathed out and looked away, more emotionally effected than he realized.

“I understand if you don’t want to do this. But I do. A lot.” He had never been super good with words, internally praying the way his thumbs softly traced over your skin in combination with his gentle gaze would convey the message better than his vocal chords could.

Looking back up at him, your heart seemed to beat out of your chest once again. He was so beautiful. Eyes soft, yet piercing, radiant skin adorned with little, carefully placed moles against his cheeks. The way his perfectly curved nose sat above the plush, pink lips you had been kissing previously. You were absolutely, and a hundred percent unworthy. But you were also tired of the endless self-sabotaging.

So you said okay. You said okay and sadly smiled at him and then happily smiled at him as you witness his expression morph into euphoria. Right there, his kisses started enveloping you again, hands traveling over your body, massaging it. Sunghoon pushed himself down the bed, questioningly looking up at you for consent to take off your shirt. You proceeded to strip off the piece of clothing yourself, reluctantly fumbling with the hook of your bra, but finally bringing up the courage to drop it as well.

Sunghoon’s eyes grew hungry, trailing over the body you hated so much. His hands found their way to your chest, gently massaging the plump flesh before closing his lips around them. A moan escaped your own, eyes closed and head blown back as you euphorically took in the sensation of the most beautiful man, inside out, you had ever met touching you. 

His lips seemed to travel again and after the hasty removal of both his shirt and your bottoms, two gentle hands pried open your thighs.

When the sensation hit it hit hard. Sunghoon ate you out for what felt like eternities, tongue circling your clit and fingers curling into you, making the butterflies in your stomach spread their thousand little wings. A weird sensation bubbled inside of you at the thought that this was the pleasure you had forbid yourself from achieving all this time. You felt regret for a split second before you came around three long, finely manicured fingers, letting out a strangled whimper.

Breathing heavily, Sunghoon wiped his mouth, presenting you your the classic catty grin before pressing a soft kiss to your thigh.

“You okay to go again?”, he whispered, rubbing soothing circles into your hip.

You nodded and this time he didn’t hesitate to climb up your body again, giddily kissing you, then nervously biting his lip as he looked down.

“I- you know I like you a lot”, he rambled.

Eyebrows instantly raising, you gave the boy on top of you a questioning look.

“You’ve said that before”, you whispered, not quite understanding the point of him suddenly speaking up.

“I know but-“, he sighed. “I really have a big crush on you. And I know that you may not like… the way you- you may not like yourself.” He looked at you with big wet eyes. God.

“You’re deserving of love. And… I wanna love you. ‘Wanna show you. I don’t care that you don’t look like… you’re-“ Word stumbling. Pale skin above you, chest moving up and down. It was easy to tell how hard it was to find the right words. So you just kissed him. Softly. Threw your arms around his sharp shoulders and kissed him.

“You can love me now if you want”

Smiling sheepishly, your hand moved down his slim torso, reaching for the buckle of his belt. Sunghoon nodded. The rest was a fever dream. The first sudden pressure when he sank into you, the sound that left both your lips simultaneously, how hot the room suddenly felt- it was all too much and god had you never dared to dream how beautiful he looked, face contouring in pleasure as he started to rock into you.

It felt like oceanic waves, both of your bodies moving in union, perfectly coordinated without having to share a single sentence. Desperately clinging to each other, hands and lips and souls together.

When you reached your high it was only the top of the mountain of an ascending climb that had fulfilled you both, Sunghoon pulling out to cum soon after you had rode out your climax.

The room was humid, yet you stayed put, the raven haired boy on top of you, with his head on your chest, you below, tracing shapes on his defined shoulder blades.

He was gentle. In Body and in spirit, not feeling the need to say words but sporadically laying kisses upon your sweaty skin, stroking over the imperfect surface he couldn’t wait to explore and get to know by memory.

And so he reassured you, made a silent promise, that no matter what, he was going to stay.

HOLY STYHBCXSEYHBF

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"baby, I need you so bad.."

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[3 new messages] Ace

Ace We received our patron files for Valentine’s I saw a familiar name in mine🤤 I’ve missed hosting you

An involuntary smile climbed to your lips when you read the messages, more so when you saw who they came from. Jisung. The guy you had the most bizarre relationship with. 

You first met him when a ladies’ night went sort of awry. When your friends told you they found a rich vein of inspiration for you, you thought they were going to take you to see some unconventional performance art again. It could be called performance art based on how you would interpret it, but you definitely didn’t expect to spend a night at a damn host club having the best sex of your entire life.

You Thought we could set the record straight You owe me a drawer’s worth of underwear Ace Bet I need some new ones for my collection anyway You Or you can stop stealing them! Ace LMAO good one Why do you think I tease you a lot before we fuck? I need those panties soaked with you Nobody told you to taste that good You You’re a sicko Ace

Ace. A nickname you had aptly given to him because damn did that guy know how to please. Well, it was his job to please, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to subscribe to his services like he was a fucking streaming platform. 

It wasn’t easy to do that whenever you wanted because the club he worked at had a ridiculous waiting list. Even if you wanted to book him twice in a row, there were no consecutive days available, and the dates closest to each other were four to six months apart. It was proof that miracles existed when you managed to score an appointment on fucking Valentine’s Day.

It was fine, though. If it meant eventually spending another mindblowing night with him, you could settle for passing the time in between with a vibrator.

Ace And you fucking love it 💋 Nudes? You Geez can’t wait till next week? At least be a little romantic about it smh Ace Nudes in the rain? Come on baby I really miss you Spare one for your Ace You You're lucky you're a beast in bed [IMG1095.jpg]

Then one night you saw him off his work attire, chilling with his friends at some club. He recognized you, came to say hi, bought you several drinks, lost his whole entire shit when you told him you were a digital artist making adult webtoons, and when you kept teasing each other for the better half of an hour, he asked you if you wanted to get out of there. You took him home, had atom-rearranging sex outside the bounds of customer service, and everything changed after that night.

Your friends were right. Jisung turned into the source of inspiration you never planned on having. You kept drawing him. You kept drawing him a lot under the disguise of practice. His broad shoulders you loved to cling to, his narrow waist you loved feeling under your touch, his magnificent chest you loved dragging your nails on, his perfect lips you loved to kiss, his smile, his eyes, his pout, his cheeks… You dedicated characters after him. You illustrated steamy scenes after the things you really wanted to do with him. Granted, you refused to tell him about your work for the longest time, but he forced it out of you during one particularly faded night. And being one of your avid readers ever since then, there was no way he didn’t notice.

But that was all there was.

Technically, Jisung wasn’t allowed to ‘date’ in order not to hurt his reputation with his patrons, not that any sane person would agree to date an escort in the first place. He was a salesman who sold fantasies to whoever was willing to take him up on his offer, and there was fine print to be followed for that. The full knowledge that this man was unattached and could belong to anybody who wanted him was one of them.

Neither of you really knew what your relationship entailed; you just knew that you enjoyed each other’s company a lot. From afar, it looked like being friends with benefits, but even naming it so suddenly changed things and put Jisung in a compromising situation. You had opted for calling each other ‘cuddle buddies’ instead. Two people who cuddled and just happened to fuck each other’s brains out every time they touched. You didn’t want him to get into any trouble because of you, so you made it a point to never initiate anything, and you didn’t even have to, to be honest. Jisung always seemed to have an excuse ready to go to come and see you.

You still went to Back Door every once in a while to request him. The only difference was that you didn’t have to wait for months anymore to see him again.

Ace 🤯 I may have started salivating Can I come over? Please? Pls pls pls pls pls times infinity You Do you even care if you get canned? Ace OH COME ON!!! You never stay the night when you come in as a patron Let me fuck you awake again

And then he would say some shit like this, and effectively cause you to display a blue screen. Sometimes you hated how he knew exactly which buttons to press. It was pathetic to even think about it, but there was a reason you didn’t stay that you were going to take to your grave. Those appointments at Back Door were your make-believe date nights with Jisung. You just didn’t want to face the fact that he was going to do the same all over again with other people. Whenever you saw him outside the confines of that club you could still pretend you didn’t know what he actually did for a living. You weren’t judging him for it—not only did he not hide it from you, but that was also the reason you both met in the first place.

It was just more bearable this way.

You I’ll think about it when I see a photo with them Victoria's shopping bags Ace Can I come over if I buy you your precious lingerie? You Don’t give me attitude or else you ain’t getting any Ace 🤐🏃

One of these days. Maybe one of these days you could find the strength to say no to him and stand by it for once.

But it seemed like that day wasn’t going to arrive anytime soon.

“This is to replenish your entire second drawer, and this is for dinner,” Jisung handed you several brand-name shopping bags and a box containing a large pizza at your front door.

“Damn, you got here fast!” you exclaimed, genuinely surprised that he showed up at your apartment, “I didn’t think you would come at all.”

“How can I not cum if it’s you, baby?”

You slapped his arm with the bags in your hand and invited him in. After leaving the pizza in the kitchen, you walked to your bedroom to drop off the bags on your bed, and Jisung followed after you.

“Aren’t you gonna model for me?”

“No.”

“Oh, come on! Don’t you think I deserve it?”

“You’re seriously asking for a bounty for returning what’s mine?” you cocked your brows, “You’re the culprit!”

Jisung was going to answer. He actually had a really witty comeback prepared, but when you turned around and stood right next to the soft yellow glow of the standing light in your bedroom, he could perfectly make out your nipples as well as the outline of your breasts under your white tank. He spaced out so hard thinking about them bouncing that he totally forgot what he was going to say.

“You okay there, Ace?”

“Huh? Yeah um…” he cleared his throat somewhat abashed, “Low blood sugar.”

It was odd, to say the least. He was actually proud of how unfiltered he was when it came to teasing you, throwing in innuendos everywhere he could, or flat out telling you brazen things just to fluster you. You were used to Jisung being audaciously horny; not to this.

“Then pizza it is. Wanna watch something while we eat?” you started walking back to the kitchen.

“Actually, a close friend of mine has a new movie out,” he returned to his default mode after slapping himself on the cheeks, “Shall we watch that?”

“You’re friends with a movie star?”

“I mean, duh?”

You handed him two bottles of beer from your fridge and plopped down on your couch with the pizza box. As you were settling down, Jisung logged into some website and pressed play. You were more than halfway into the pizza when the actual premise of the movie finally hit you.

“Ace?”

“Hm?”

“This is porn.”

“Why would you discriminate against the hardest workers of the movie industry?” Jisung exaggeratedly protested, “Just watch it! There’s plot, and the acting’s decent, I promise.”

You didn’t know what to be more surprised about—the fact that you were casually watching porn with Jisung as if you were binging a freshly dropped season of some show, or the fact that he had a close friend in the adult movie business. You had to hand it to him; there was indeed somewhat of an interesting plot going on, chronicling how a woman was exploring her sexuality with the android ‘sex doll’ she purchased, but pornwise, things on the screen were pretty predictable. Tame, almost.

Until she wore a strap and started going to town on this guy. As the scene progressed, you gulped so audibly that Jisung turned his face to you.

“You good?” he asked with a shit-eating grin.

“Yeah!” you jumped in your place, completely taken aback by the sudden voice. You were so engrossed in the scene that you had forgotten you weren’t alone for a second, “Yeah, why?”

“You’re blushing.”

“Isn’t it natural? We’re watching porn.”

He grabbed his beer from the coffee table and sprawled on the couch with an annoyingly smug expression.

“Or, you really like what you’re seeing right now.”

You could try to be as casual about it as you wanted, but once Jisung picked up on something, he never let it go. There was no way he was going to let you live it down.

“It’s– It’s just sex,” you stood up from the couch, “I need to use the bathroom.”

“I’ll know if you’re rubbing one out in there!”

You went to the bathroom under the pretense of washing your hands, but the matter of the fact was, you were in dire need to hit your face with as much cold water as possible. When you looked at your reflection in the mirror, you noticed how much you were indeed blushing, and your heart was beating so fast. It wasn’t how sexy the scene itself looked to you—it was the thought of doing this to Jisung and him liking it that almost made you combust.

For the rest of the movie, every time you were reminded of that particular scene, you put your brain in autopilot mode, thinking about things that weren’t even remotely sexy to clear the reddish fog in your head. Chairs. Seats. Stained glass. A church service. 

But wouldn’t it be the most extremely erotic thing ever to peg Jisung during a church se—?

“ALRIGHT, let’s just call it a night. I’m tired,” you jumped to your feet. 

He didn’t protest, turned off the TV, and just followed you to the bathroom. After both of you washed up, you went to bed with Jisung cuddling you like a clingy koala bear. His warmth always lulled you to sleep faster than trying to fall asleep alone.

Yet, every time your breathing became deeper, telling him that you were long gone from the conscious realm, it always awakened something inside him. Your chest was softly rising and falling, but his heart was racing like he was running from something as fast as he could.

Jisung had no idea why the thought of making you cum in your sleep was such a turn-on to him, but it was. During one of your ‘cuddling’ sessions, he just couldn’t help himself, and when you reacted so positively to him, he immediately picked it up as a habit, or more like an addiction, and couldn’t stop ever since. It was happening again—he was getting painfully hard just thinking about what he was about to do to you.

He carefully turned you on your back, spread your thighs apart just a measure, and started to slowly slide your shorts down. When he nestled between your legs, that sweet scent that made him go berserk welcomed him again. Of fucking course he was going to steal your lingerie; did you ever try tasting yourself?

He briefly basked in the warmth radiating from your body and finally started teasing your clit with just the tip of his tongue, really, really gently so as not to wake you up. He kept it up for quite some time until he could see you involuntarily clench around nothing. It made him smile. It always made him smile watching you throb like that because of him. Jisung wondered whether he was making you see a wet dream right then. Maybe you were finally letting him cuff you to the bed, making you cum over and over again until you were a panting, crying mess. Maybe you were making him beg to let him fuck you for everyone in the club to watch. God, he would put on such an amazing show with you, but no one would be allowed to touch you. You were his to please. He would satisfy you in every way you asked until he diminished you into a puddle.

As he kept turning himself on more and more with these thoughts, his drags on your sopping wet cunt became more intense. He stopped breathing and laser-focused on stimulating your swollen clit with very fast licks until he made you cum in his mouth while you were quietly moaning in your sleep. He swallowed every last drop, but it wasn’t enough. He could never get enough of your taste. Of your scent. Of your body. Of you.

The sight of your pulsating pussy oozing under him, covering your folds with heavy gloss through and through was enough to make Jisung lose his mind. His salivary glands were working at full force watching you contract hard like that. He took off his boxers with careful movements and gingerly slid into you. When he started fucking you even with those languid thrusts, it felt so damn good inside you that he knew he was in so much trouble. The urge to drill you into that mattress was so fucking real. You were definitely going to wake up.

And when he couldn’t control his pace anymore, you did.

“Wanna go faster?”

“Ah, fuck! Go b– Go back to sleep, baby.”

“While feeling this good?” you sighed contently, “I don’t think so.”

When you grabbed him by his waist and pulled him closer, Jisung buried himself into you with one sharp thrust until he reached the very end of your walls.

“God, I just love fucking you awake!”

“You’re a sicko, Ace,” you sleepily smiled. 

Jisung lowered his body to be closer to your face and reciprocated your smile before kissing your face off.

“And you fucking love it, baby.”

Valentine’s Day. That fucking corporate Hallmark holiday which was the peak of consumerism and blah blah blah…

None of those were the reasons this particular day got on your nerves. It was how the passionate filler episodes you released every February 14 could not be further away from reality. You usually spent this day alone, pretending you were ‘protesting’ it, when in fact it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to spend it with someone you liked. Maybe go on a disgustingly romantic date, do cheesy shit like holding hands while walking on the strip, and come back home to eat heart-shaped chocolates off of each other and fuck all night.

This year, you were indeed spending it with someone you liked under less than favorable conditions, but at the end of the day, you were spending it with Jisung in his suite at the club, so who the fuck cared?

“I have a surprise for you,” he declared while refilling your champagne glass.

“What is it?”

“I prepped myself for today.”

You checked him out from head to toe to notice some change, but besides the undercut he got, nothing really seemed different.

“Chanel suit, blue hair, and a tight belt to accent that waist,” you took a bite from the chocolate soufflé in front of you, “Looks like your usual host attire to me.” 

“Not like that,” he grinned and leaned into the table, “I have a plug inside me right now.”

When you dropped your spoon, it hit the thick porcelain plate so loudly that Jisung flinched in his place.

“W-why? Why? Why would you do that?”

“Let’s just say a little inspiration from last week,” he casually responded and took a sip from the bubbly drink, looking directly into your eyes in the meantime.

Your lips parted in surprise, but once the initial shock cleared, you started laughing hysterically. This man and his going overboard shenanigans… It reminded you of that one time you told him you were craving something sweet, and he brought back a two-tier chocolate cake after disappearing for an hour.

“Can’t fucking believe you would go that far for—”

You didn’t finish that sentence. You wanted to say for me but obviously, it wasn’t for you. It was for a patron. A paying customer. 

Jisung examined your face for some time, downed his remaining drink, and extended his hand to you to get up. He gently pulled your chin towards his face and started kissing your chocolate-flavored lips, very unlike his usual M.O. He usually lived up to his ‘horny’ rep—everything was on the fast lane with him. Sloppy sometimes, but always lustful.

But that particular night, he was kissing you so slow and deep that you got scared. You knew there was no more room for you in his life than you already occupied, so you really really wished there was a ‘Stop falling in love’ button somewhere at the back of your head to smash it until it broke.

“Go crazy on me.”

Rather than ripping the clothes off of each other like you always did, you both took your sweet time this time around. You felt yourself melt in his mouth with every button of his shirt you loosened. He felt his temperature rising the lower he dragged the zipper of your dress. There was something in the air condensing dangerously, prompting that kiss to escalate to sucks on tongues, bites on lips, heavy breathing, silent exhales turning into soft moans, and wetness on skin. Passion distilled at least six times to reach its purest form. 

Jisung placed the harness of the strap around you and pulled you to bed with him before you could even begin to feel self-conscious. He carefully took out the plug that was stretching him open for who knows how long and spread his legs for you.

“Do whatever you want to me.”

You almost lost your mind over how eager he seemed to be for this. You grabbed the lube bottle on the nightstand to get him comfortably slippery and then began pushing inside with shallow, careful thrusts.

“Tell me something,” you asked as you worked him deeper, “Why do you keep stealing my underwear?”

Jisung closed his eyes with a demonic smile and licked his lips before answering.

“So that I can feel you on my tongue when I’m masturbating to you, why else?” he snapped his eyes open and stared right into your soul as his hands sneaked to your inner thighs to lightly caress them, “I’m gonna cum untouched to your taste one of these days.”

“Do you masturbate to me a lot?”

“All the time,” he sank his fingertips into your supple flesh, “I want you, baby. I want you so bad.”

Who wanted the other more was up for debate. Jisung hadn’t really done anything to you besides kissing you and touching you from the waist up, but you were aroused out of your mind with just the way he talked to you. As he kept egging you on like that, you began fucking him faster, and the one thing you kept replaying in your mind over and over again for the entire week actually started happening right before your eyes.

The same moans when he woke you up from your sleep. The same sharp hissing sound when he hit that spongy spot inside you. The same enthusiasm when he buried his face between your legs. The same excitement when you told him you were about to cum. 

He liked getting fucked by you.

“Oh, god, don’t stop. Harder. Fuck. Fuck!!!”

“No,” you instantly slowed your pace way down, “Not this fast.”

Who the fuck knew when the next time you could do this was going to be? Of course you were going to savor it. You wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead and kissed him as he kept touching everywhere on your body he could put his hands on. You loved his muffled, impatient moans against your mouth.

“Please,” Jisung kept panting between the kisses he was drowning you in, “Please, don’t stop.”

“You like that?”

“I fucking love that,” he emphatically responded, “Touch me there.”

He guided your hand to his throbbing cock, rock-hard and leaking with his arousal. He was so sensitive to your touch that one light brush of your fingers against his skin and he let out a loud whimper.

“Please,” he started begging in earnest while wrapping your fingers around his girth, “Please, baby. Can’t you see how hard I am for you?”

You smiled. Jisung was expecting you to cave, but you pulled out instead. His frustration was painfully apparent from that deep groan he let out. You undid the harness and removed the dildo from the o-ring. He was anticipating your every move, waiting for you to show some mercy and push him over the edge to get him to his delicious release.

“What if I kept fucking you,” you slowly climbed up his body, “but your dick was down my throat?”

You saw that maniacal glint in Jisung’s eyes. He was moments away from snapping for good and unleashing the beast mode. You knew for a fact whatever he said he would do past that moment was not going to be pretend; he would actually do it.

“Sit on my face before I cuff you to this bed and make you cum till you pass the fuck out.”

He lifted you up from your arms to prompt you to do as he said, and you could do nothing but oblige. He pressed your hips down on his mouth and finally felt the taste he never stopped craving on his tongue again. Those warm, wet glides all over your pussy… They were fucking everything. 

As he kept getting you dripping wet between your legs, you lowered your body to take him in your mouth and started fucking him. The vibrations of his soundwaves worked better on you than your best vibrator. The more hungrily Jisung was licking all over your pussy with obscenely wet sounds, the further you took him down your throat. You started fucking him deeper and rolling your hips on his mouth for more friction. When he felt the frequent contractions against his tongue, he started lapping at your soaking wet cunt at full force, and you felt warm strings of his cum squirting in your mouth. Needless to say, this particular orgasm was going to make it to the top three of your bangers list.

The post-coital protocol of your visits to the club was pretty much the same. Pillow talk with Jisung, shooting the shit about whatever, showering together, you dressing back up again and leaving. This time around, when you started putting your clothes on, he started getting dressed with you.

“What are you doing?” you asked him in surprise.

“I’m coming with you.”

“Why?”

Jisung heaved a very annoyed sighed and facepalmed himself out of pure exasperation.

“Can’t fucking believe you’re gonna make me spell this out. You actually thought you were just extremely lucky to get an appointment here on goddamn Valentine’s Day?”

“I mean… Yeah?” you took a moment trying to decipher what he meant, “You guys are usually insanely booked, so I did consider it extremely lucky. How else would I be able t–?”

“ME!” Jisung threw his arms to the side and yelled impatiently, “It was ME! I’M the one who begged Chris to let me host you on Valentine’s Day.”

Oh, there was simply noooo fucking way in the universe…

“Shut up.”

“Yes.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! REALLY?” 

Miracles, huh? Did they really exist, or did they just appear in the form of Han Jisung every once in a while?

“And he was… okay with it?” you asked, eyes still wide open.

“He said it was getting painful to watch how obvious we were being.”

“What do you mean how obvious we’re v—”

“Everybody here reads your webtoon, baby.”

“You fucking BLABBED?!”

Oh, great, now you had multiple reasons to be mortified because why the fuck wouldn’t you?!

“Felix found it! Said he was looking for inspiration for content, whatever the fuck that means,” Jisung patiently explained, “I told him only after he did rounds with everybody and said the main character looks exactly like me.”

Who knew? If you handed a copy of your collected works to the other hosts here the first time you walked in, would your restlessness have ended sooner? Would you have had the guts to tell Jisung that you were actually falli—?

“But… You’re not supposed to…”

“I know,” he flashed one of his bright smiles to you and pulled you closer to him from your waist, “So? Can I take you out?”

“Good luck trying to find somewhere on, what was it, goddamn Valentine’s Day,” you scoffed with as much pettiness as you could squeeze into that sentence. Jisung wasn’t even fazed at your retort attempt.

“That’s really cute. We have a reservation at Chiara’s in half an hour.”

“How the fuck?! It’s 10 PM!”

“They know.”

You scanned him from head to toe with a dubious look, “How are you so sure I’m not gonna say no?”

“Then I’ll go get shitfaced by myself,” he uttered very matter-of-factly and shrugged, “But you’re not going to.”

“Just how would you kno–?”

“You like me,” he plastered that annoying shit-eating grin to his face again, “As in like me like me.”

You could actually feel your face burn like a fucking radiator and you had zero snark left in your pocket to hit him with. All you could produce was a bunch of incoherent sounds. Jisung took the matter into his own hands and ended the discussion right then and there.

“Now we’re gonna go and critique tonight’s performance over some drinks. If you tell me why you drew Peter getting pegged in this week’s episode, I’ll tell you the reason why I’m considering quitting.”

So the declaration that he wasn’t even slightly oblivious to how you were feeling about him was not the biggest shocker of the night, huh?

“You would… You would actually quit?” you hesitantly asked, scared to hear an actual answer.

Jisung pressed his lips against yours and kissed you for a long time in response.

“It’s only fair trade, baby, don’t you think?”

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↳ pairing: felix x reader ↳ word count: 2.3k ↳ genre: smut ↳ summary: you shouldn't make promises you can't keep aka felix wants his reward now ↳ warnings: smut [unprotected intercourse, use of a butt plug, mentions of pegging, creampie] ↳ masterlist ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3

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Don't make promises you can't keep, you tell yourself once more when your phone vibrates, the screen showing yet another text from your boyfriend.

Felix: when am i getting my part of the deal?

You kind of hate this deal you’ve made, mostly because you’ve played yourself like a fool with it. You thought you were being smart when you gave him the butt plug and asked him to wear it tonight when you hung out at his friends’ place.

“What’s in it for me?” Felix mumbled into the kiss, not even protesting about the toy.

“You get to come inside of me,” you offered so confidently. “How does that sound?”

You did it thinking the toy inside of him would make your boyfriend stutter and squirm, which would only turn you both on. But, instead of that happening, you’re the one squirming in your seat, pussy clenching around nothing at the texts Felix is sending you. That’s the thing—you should be the one in control now. In fact, you are the one in control, as per your initial agreement when entering the relationship.

Control is a fickle thing. When you first started having sex, you thought the one who fucks gets to set the tone and steer the whole thing, which was never you. Then, you suddenly realized that was kind of unfair and that you want to exert control, so you sought out guys who enjoyed letting go, who let you do whatever you wanted and make them beg.

That only happened twice before Felix, and he turned it all around for you. You’ve never seen someone be so snarky and in control while getting their ass rammed by a toy—no one but Felix. To him, letting you play with him, letting you finger and peg him, calling him your pretty baby were rewards, not punishments. He saw nothing emasculating about letting you fuck his ass or call him pretty. In fact, he loved it, which is what confused you so much.

You’ve never had a guy talk back to you while you fucked him, never had someone who sounded so in control while keeping their cheeks spread so you can push your strap further into their hole. But that always happened with Felix. You’d fuck him and ask him if it feels good, or something similar to that, even though it was clear he was feeling amazing—his cock would be hard and leaking, body twitching under yours, toes curling as he kept his knees in the air. So, you’d tease him about it, “Ah, you’re so hard... Must like being a slut for me.”

And yet, he’d chuckle and mutter in that low tone of his that got you going, “Feels perfect... Hard enough for you?” he’d look down at your hand wrapped around his leaking cock. “Bet you want to feel it in you while you fuck me, huh? I’m sure you’re so fucking wet I’ll slide right in once you’re done fucking me. I know you want me to fuck you just as hard as you’re doing me right now.”

And poof, any semblance of control would slip through your fingers, Felix leading conversation from then on, praising you for fucking him instead of you praising him for taking it so well.

You’re not sure why you thought tonight would be any different, though. The butt plug was a new thing—you wanted him to wear it in public and maybe squirm a bit. Yet, Felix was making you get wet and act awkward, so much that Jisung asked you if everything was fine.

You started it, though. Earlier, an hour into this hangout, you texted Felix, wanting to check how he was doing:

You: how does that butt plug feel in you, baby?

You thought you were doing something with it, that Felix would look at you with widened eyes and look away in shame, giggling with pink cheeks. To your misfortune, he wasn’t ashamed at all.

Felix: it feels good. not as good as your fingers in me, though

The second you read the text, you had to press your thighs together to alleviate the pressure bubbling between your legs. Fuck, he knew what to say to get you going. 

Getting to massage his prostate while jerking him off or sucking his dick was a favorite of yours, mostly because you got to see Felix fall apart. He always did it so readily too, never trying to spite you or be bratty. No, if you wanted him to beg and even cry, he would. He’d do anything to please, yet he also enjoyed teasing you.

He’s been texting you similar things since then, pausing for five or ten minutes, letting you relax and talk to people before telling you something nasty again, something that would get you going.

Felix: i bet it will feel so fucking good to fuck you with this thing inside me

Felix: i’ll give you such a big load, baby, i promise

Felix: that’s what you want, right? that’s why you promised me i’d get to do it here

After that text, Felix gives you a smirk that makes you clench your jaw and look away. You want him and you are sure people will notice if you keep looking at him like you are ready to devour him.

Felix: you want to feel me in you even after i pull out

Felix: you’re so dirty it’s hot

Felix: when are we doing it

The texts keep coming, and you tell yourself never to make a promise like this again. You rarely let Felix come inside of you, but that’s not the issue here. You’re on birth control, so you’re not afraid of pregnancy. You two are exclusive and clean, so you’re not worried about that either. It’s that you’re at Jisung’s place, surrounded by Felix’s friends, and you can’t just go to one of the rooms and fuck. You thought the idea was kind of hot back home when you made the deal, but now that you’re here, you’re worried someone’s gonna hear Felix fucking you stupid.

Yet, you promised, and he held up his end of the bargain, still is. At one point, your boyfriend walks over to you and sits down, hand wrapped around your shoulder as he pulls you in for a kiss, mumbling into it, “Can’t wait to feel you.”

“Can it wait until we get home?” you whisper back, hoping he’ll give up on the deal.

“Baby,” he whines into your ear, nose nudging your cheek, hot breath fanning your face and neck. “I’ve been so hard all this time, my underwear is all wet... Want to come in you so bad. Will you let me, hm? Want to have my cum in you?”

“God, Felix,” you grunt, even though your walls clamp around nothing in desperate need of him.

Twenty minutes later, Felix gets you to give in and go to the bathroom, following quickly behind.

You’re excited to have him but terrified of getting caught, so you mutter at him as soon as he locks the bathroom door, “You have to be quick, though.”

“Oh, I will,” Felix mumbles, the sinister chuckle telling you he’s got something in mind.

Before you know it, he’s turning you around, pushing your hips into the sink as his hands work on your zipper. The next second, your underwear and jeans are pushed down your thighs as Felix’s hand sneaks between your bodies and to your crotch, fingers immediately finding you embarrassingly wet.

“Oh, I knew you were loving it,” Felix grunts, getting his cock out of his jeans with his other hand, but you can’t focus on that, not when he’s running his fingers across your slit, getting you even more worked up. “Can I fuck you?”

“Yes,” you say, knowing it can’t last long, knowing you can’t come this time, knowing there’s no time. If it were up to Felix, he’d eat you out to get a couple of orgasms out of you before he even puts his dick in, but his friends are in the other room, and he’s just getting his reward. “Just... Quick.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I can be quick when I want to,” he says sweetly as he positions his cock at your entrance, mouth pressing kisses into your neck. “I wanted to fuck you all night.”

“Does the toy feel good?” you ask him, even though you’re sure he’s ecstatic over it.

“Like I said, great but not as good as you.” With that, Felix pushes his cock into you fully, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The butt plug is applying pressure inside his ass while your walls are clenching around his cock, making him get weak in the knees instantly. “Fuck! Damn, this feels good.”

“What is it, baby, too much already?” you tease, even though you’re not immune to the feeling of his cock in you either, especially when he moves it so nicely, slowly fucking into you, letting you adjust. You're sure the double stimulation feels even better.

“Teasing, are we?” Felix asks with a cocked-up eyebrow and a tinge of playfulness in his voice.

The next second, he’s grabbing your leg and making you place your knee on the sink so he can enter you from a different angle, one that immediately gets you to arch your back into him. It's deep, and you weren't ready for him to start fucking you like this, not in Jisung’s bathroom, so you moan loudly, taken by surprise.

Realizing you forgot where you are makes Felix go even harder. “Yes, that’s right... Let me hear you... Love to hear how good I fuck you.”

“Almost as good as I fuck you,” you tease again, clenching around him on purpose, your hand flying down to play with your clit.

When Felix sees that, he tsks at you, swatting your hand away. “Baby, you have me for that,” he tells you as he spits on his fingers and moves them down to your clit, wet and ready to touch you. His other hand keeps your hip in place, fingers digging into the skin.

“Felix!” The second his glistening fingers make contact with your skin, you moan again, kicking your head back. It’s early in, but you’re already done for, and you want Felix to get you off.

His cock just slides right in and out every time, coated with your juices. You’ve been wet for hours now, imagining how good Felix feels with the toy inside of him, thinking about how much you wanted to finger him and suck him off while he moans and becomes putty in your hands.

It’s funny how he’s in control again, even though he’s the one with a toy in him. “Gonna come for me already?” he asks you as the fluttering of your walls gives you away, eyes staring into his reflection in the mirror, glued to the way his plush lips fall open as he moans into your ear. “My cock makes you feel that good?”

“Perfect,” you mumble, hand placed over his. You’re not helping him touch you—you just want to touch his hand and feel like you have some sort of control still. “Wish I could fuck you too.”

Felix snorts at that and starts moving his hips faster, slamming himself into you, your juices dripping down your inner thighs because of the way he pulls all the way out. It’s too much when paired with his nimble fingers on your clit.

“Be good and come for me now,” Felix hums in your ear gently, his voice in stark contrast with the sharp movements of his hips and hand. “I'll come right after you, and we can go back... You'll fuck me when we get home, I promise.”

“Don't make promises you can't keep,” you grunt, face frowning as your body clenches, orgasm closing in.

“Like you?” Felix quips, smacking your clit, which doesn't do anything to ruin the moment—it only makes you hornier, if possible. By now, Felix's cock makes a wet sound every time it moves in and out, revealing how embarrassingly wet you are because you're fucking him in his friend's bathroom. “You will keep your promise, pretty, won't you?”

When you hum in response, Felix starts rubbing you again, this time applying more pressure. At the same time, he opts for pushing his cock deep inside of you and moving only a couple of inches back before plunging into you again, knowing he hits all the spots that feel good that way.

You notice beads of sweat along his hairline, one dripping down the side of his face, brows scrunched as he focuses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm coming—”

It's a quick but powerful orgasm, one that makes you grab the sink so you don't fall onto Felix. But, he doesn't stop even though he usually would have. Instead, Felix wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his frame and pumps his cock into you from behind. His thrusts are sharp and fast, grunts getting deeper, low voice struggling when calling your name.

“You're gonna fill it up for me, hm?” you ask sweetly, knowing how much Felix loves coming inside you. “Give it to me.”

“Yes, yes,” he keeps mumbling into the crook of your neck, breath tickling your skin. Unprompted, you reach back and grab his ass, giving it a light squeeze before finding the end of the toy that's sticking out of his hole a bit from all the thrusting he's been doing. “Oh, fuck, fuck! Baby, I, fu—aaah!”

With you pressing the butt plug into his ass, Felix releases inside of you, overwhelmed by the feeling of your warm walls milking him dry, of you obediently taking his cum even though you're at Jisung’s, even though it will probably keep trickling out of you and onto your underwear, make you sticky and wet, remind you that Felix owns it.

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random junnie sfw headcannons

because i'm kinda in love with him and i ship us and he's almost all i think about

- i am, of course, a fashion lover. so one of my main headcannons with yeonjun is matching accessories. matching berets, earrings, sunglasses, shoes, belts. typically, they would be the same design in different shades or different colours.

- he'd be a sweet and gentle lover. fun, but overall sweet. if you know like, anything about him, you'll 100% agree. he'd just love love love everything you do and would find you nothing but endearing. if you're not an inherently cute person, he'll still find you adorable. if you are, you will make his heart just burst.

- always so proud of you even for the smallest things.

- he'd hold your hand all the time. and he'd randomly spin you around whilst you're walking, and he'd sometimes just get all quiet and start playing with your fingers, lost in thoughts of love.

- he'd sit you in his lap and sing to you quietly, pressing little kisses to your face in between words. just to see you blush and smile :).

- continuing, he would LOVE you sat in his lap. he'd just love it.

- many many back hugs.

- clingyyyyyy. clingy clingy. in a cuddly way. he'd be like a koala. squishing his face into yours, rambling about how you're so cute that it breaks his heart, or how lovely and soft and warm you are, just general gushing. he feels very in love so he just squishes you until he gets the point across.

- continuing on, he would feel like it's impossible to get the point of how much he loves you across. he feels his love for you very intensely. so he never stops telling you.

- he'd buy you perfume and roses at least twice a month.

- he'd get really sad if you lied :(

- he'd take a lot to heart by accident, leading him to get frustrated quite a lot.

- but he would never get mad AT you. it's more stress than anger. he just blames himself even if it's not good or even his fault :(

- seeing you eat and enjoy your food would make him so happy. he would feed you snacks all the time and would watch you eat your meals with the biggest heart eyes.

- he'd be all talk, but it wouldn't take much to make him all soft or shy. he'd be charming you with his cheesy talk, winking, the whole game. and all it would take to get him embarrassed and giggly would be for you to raise an unimpressed eyebrow at him.

- couple shopping trips are frequent. so are walks at midnight and therefore dancing and singing in empty streets whilst they're empty.

- cutesy teasing. lots of it. he'd tease you like hell, but it would never be to make you feel humiliated about anything specific. he's just obsessed with your shy smile. it makes his heart flutter, it makes him want to cuddle you until you both suffocate and die from cuddles.

- he'd definitely claim to be more dominant in the relationship than he actually is hehe.

- that said, he'd definitely take the lead in the relationship. his instinct seems to be to take care. he'd just be so attentive, taking care of all your little daily stresses. thank him for it a lot. he'll feel happy and proud because he feels needed by you.

- however, as he says time and time again, he also needs taking care of. play with his hair and feed him. write him little notes and make them cheesy - he seems to like rom coms actually?? so i assume cheesy love is secretly the way to his heart. [adorable >-<]

- he likes attention and being listened to, but he seems to equally love watching and listening. this would call for many nights drinking and dancing together then sharing stories.

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