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jeongin - 7 minutes in heaven

content includes: dom! jeongin x poc fem reader.

feb 1st

happy (belated) birthday yang jeongin !!

slow burn
not proof read

age gap (25-20), y/n crushing on i.n, alcohol, y/n is a virgin, jeongin doesn't want it but gives in, hella tension, flirting, they cross paths again at a party, 7 minutes of hell, unsafe sex, choking, drunk sex, hair pulling, safe sane and consent nasty, pussy eating, the sweetest aftercare from jeongin, mr talk you through it

8436 words

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y/n told herself that the party life wasn't for her after the last time she went to a party. that was three years ago, back when she was barely seventeen and still trying to figure out where she fit and who she wanted to be. she remembered sticky floors, the taste of cheap liquor burning her throat, the way she'd gone home with her head spinning with regret. she swore she was done after that.

and yet here she was.

"should i put some shorts on?" y/n asked, standing in the middle of her room with her phone pressed between her shoulder and ear.

shay, her older friend, was already in full get-ready mode, slicking her natural hair into a neat low bun like she had somewhere important to be instead of a crowded house party.

y/n's room smelled like cocoa butter and perfume, her long braids still fresh, falling down her back when she moved. her nails clicked softly against her phone as she waited for an answer, glancing at herself in the mirror. lashes done and her brows sharp. she looked grown. too grown to still be second-guessing herself like this.

"girl, yeah," shay said, laughing through the phone. "wear those and your forces. don't play with me." there was movement on shay's end, drawers opening, music faint in the background. "i'm about to be on my way, we already like thirty minutes late."

y/n smiled despite herself. stepping into adulthood made shay extra determined to drag her out the house more, like she was personally offended that y/n preferred staying in bed all the time, except for when she was working.

y/n pulled on her ripped jean shorts, the denim hugging her thighs just right, then paired them with a designer shirt she'd been saving for a while. she tied it up in the back, adjusting it until it sat perfectly, then sat at her vanity and added just a little makeup—nothing heavy, just enough to make her feel like herself but elevated.

"i'm on my way, i'm basically outside," shay said, already sounding impatient.

with the way shay drove, that meant five minutes. max.

"okay girl," y/n laughed, hanging up. she grabbed her purse, her phone, slid her glasses on her face, then paused to take a few mirror pictures. not for anyone specific. just for herself. proof that she went out, that she lived a little.

shay pulled up blasting music, and the second y/n got in the car, she was hit with the smell of weed and vanilla. shay tossed a bottle of liquor into y/n's lap without hesitation.

"bitch hey, pregame," shay said, grinning as she pulled off.

y/n shook her head, laughing, but she twisted the cap anyway and took a shot, then took another one after that. the burn settled in her chest, warm and familiar.

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once they pulled up to the party and got out the car, y/n felt eyes on her instantly. it was loud outside already, bass rattling through the pavement, people lingering on the porch and spilling into the yard with red cups in their hands. boys looked her up and down without shame, some bold enough to hold eye contact.